Life In Black & White

My dreams are in color while reality is black and white.
I can’t wait to close my eyes.
Only then I come alive.
At night I thrive from my vibrant dreams.
Knowing what happy really means.
Obtaining every goal I set.
Once my eyes flutter open.
I am awaken by the bright sun.
But still my world is black and white.
I go through life in a daze.
Searching for that clear path my dreams laid ahead for me.
Nowhere to be found.
My mind in a fog when awake.
Forever reaching for that utopia.
That utopia that only exists in my dreams.
Each waking moment I try to add color to my reality.
Each attempt fades.
I wait until I close my eyes again.
Wishing to stay in my personal technicolor alternate universe.
Wanting to grasp it tightly and bring this to a reality.
When I wake I’m still holding on.
Holding on for dear life to awake in color.
Looking for a light switch to make it happen.
Black and white still.
As I daydream I bring hints of color to my reality.
Seeing glimpses of what it’s like to really feel alive.
I hope to one day dream and live in color.
Bridging the gap between my ultimate dreams and reality.
To know and feel what it’s like to be alive.

- Asia Aneka Anderson, Life In Black & White 2016©

The Ramblings Inside My Creative Mind: Cupid or Fairy?

        I’ve seen some strange things in my life. It could be things from my reality or the fact that, ever since I was a child, I’ve had a very active imagination.
        Once, when I was about five years old, I saw what I could only describe as a fairy or maybe cupid. I was riding in the car with my parents. We were on our way to the drive in to see “Coming to America”. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was midsummer and extremely hot outside. Like most families in the 80s our car had a leather interior that stuck to you whenever it was hot out so it was nice to feel the wind through the open window. As that sun was going down I stared out of the window when I saw something larger than an average fly zoom past my face and into the car. I was more interested than scared, which would explain why I didn’t call out to my mom to look at this thing hovering over my lap. I’ll describe it as only my childhood brain processed it as. It was in the shape of a small human. Again it was only slightly larger that a horsefly. Even for it to be that small I could notice human facial features. It had tightly coiled short hair and chubby just like any drawing you’ve seen of cupid. The weird part is that it looked like it was holding a tiny bow and arrow. Although it was hovering over me I don’t clearly remember seeing any wings. The only other way I described his appearance back then is that he looked like his/her body was the texture of a pencil eraser. You know those ones that we all had as kids that were bought separately? It was almost a similar color as well. It wasn’t bright pink, but it also wasn’t flesh colored either. I would say its color was more of a light rose or possibly even mauve. It was an even color all over from its hair to its feet.
        As we drove along I stared at this creature. It would hover close to me then back away and kept repeating that motion. Eventually I got the nerve to shoo it away like I would any normal fly. It seemed as though it flew out of the window, but soon after it came back and hovered over my lap again. It kept inching closer and closer until it stuck me with its tiny arrow. I shooed it away again. It backed up slightly then came back and stuck me again before flying away for good. I checked my arm for marks, but found none. I searched around to see if it had hidden somewhere nearby in the car but it hadn’t. More importantly I stared at the rear view mirror to see if my parents had been watching. They hadn’t. I was the only one to see this creature. To this day, almost 30 years later, I haven’t seen anything like it. I haven’t told many people about it, but it still sticks out in my mind all of these years later. Still I wonder if it was something that I’d actually seen or was it possibly some sort of fly I’d never seen before and my imagination just ran with it. Until I see it again I will never know.

-Asia Aneka Anderson, 2016©
I’m thinking of starting another series of blog posts about random things that have happened in my life. Anything to keep the creative juices flowing.
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"My Vows" Asia Aneka Anderson, 2016

January 1, 2016

 "A dream of mine is to do many things. I want to finally finish my story(ies), publish it (them), and have it (them) become successful. I know I have no say in the outcome of that last bit, but if I'm successful in the beginning steps then hopefully reaching some sort of recognition and success is all the more possible. These, after all, are my main career goals. I have many still. I want to create an art gallery/ youth center in Dayton. I want to breathe a little life back into my city. We need comedy festivals, music festivals, and movie festivals. I want to bring Chicago to Dayton. I want to find love. I want to truly be loved. That is a dream of mine. I want to make movies. I want to create something that impacts people. I want to create something that will last forever and make people think. I guess, overall, my dream is to create."