When Trying To Explain   

A Collection of Writings by Anthony Flores



This text is in reference to an experience. Although very personal, I feel that I should publish what I am about to say to introduce you to one realm of fantasy. Fantasy that is a reality. Throughout the years, I have met and collaborated with many other artists that exist within the same character universe. Let’s use the word “character” as meaning the embodiment of your own personality and whatever you choose to represent yourself as in a physical sense. Think of yourself in third person and take a look at your surroundings, as a singular person walking the Earth. Disassociate yourself from the current physical world and allow yourself to exist in third person. Be the individual that wanders and stumbles upon the Universe that finds you. This is my perception of the realm that I have wandered into.



When trying to explain that everything you remember is made up of patterns.



Small Green Rooms

It started as shallow water
until it filled up.
Over my head and
thrusting into my body.
Filling up my lungs,
as the cells opened.
The walls were lined with emeralds
and the keys were nowhere to be found.

The door which I had come through
was one-sided.
While the second,
slowly made itself apparent.
A realization that I was never the bigger entity,
but rather,
the smallest.

Making my way through the keyhole of the door
on the left.
I allowed myself to die
but made it through to the other side.



D & D

The Wizard claimed it was from NASA.
The words that came out of his mouth were enough to make the world seem like a playing field.

I said GIVE IT TO ME.

He said EXPERIENCE THIS SHIT.

Imagery of unicorns, dragons, glass tubes, and computers surrounded us as the room went silent.
The slip was handed to me.
Blessed by a mage.



From One World to the Next

Painting a picture only became relevant when
the public decided to think for themselves.
As a collective.
As the audience.
As the ones

questioning –

for clarification.
Without artist representation,
one loses the original voice.
Without a strong sense of
understanding,
one becomes blinded by the numbers.
Without the context,
there is no realm.



Highways at Night

Finding yourself being comforted by
the others.
Blanketed by the night –
into the next world,
through tragedy and aloneness.
Speeding down the concrete,
gasoline running through the veins.
Unnecessary power calls for a deeper realization.



Mentha Spicata

I closed my eyes as the glitter was placed upon me. 

She said, “Here, you look better this way.”
Smearing pigments of red underneath.

I knew she felt the vibrations from within me. She was one of the first to know the real me. One of the few others, besides family, who has seen me cry. My mental awareness silenced by what had just occurred.

She said, “Let’s forget about Him. Let’s forget about Them.”
Sensitivity becoming eminent. 

We bought bottles of red wine, champagne, and cigarettes before the party.



It Came in Numbers

Being outside, but feeling pulled in.
My physical self remained still,
while the inner depths of my body placed itself within the circle.
There were six figures.
The vibrations became apparent again. They collided with the Others.

Green, everything Green.

The color of life.
The color of the lighting structuring itself to become known.
I found myself – my mind,
intertwined with those around me.

We watched from outside the gate.



Justine’s

Alas, the time is eleven.

We have powdered our noses and repeated the same lines four or five times. Into the room of mirrors we go – with starry eyes and dressings to die for. A bit of glitter in the corner of my eye. People laughing, dancing. Everything has a bit of a gold tone, a bit of a surreal feeling.

Champagne in
one,
two,
three
glasses. 

Filled to the brim with the emotion the night will bring. It’s a bit frightening – a bit sensual. The room smells a bit like cigarettes and expensive perfume. 

The place to go before the party.



Reoccurring Numbers

I started thinking about you after the forth time. These oddly-fated experiences added up and I wanted to know why. Proceeding with caution during real life is the only thing that makes me feel comfortable now. I find myself seeking oracles to help me find any sort of clue.

It feels like I’m going insane. Playing the game of hide and seek with vibrations produced by the body. The feeling of wanting to say everything at once but knowing that I cannot say anything at all – stopped in my tracks before I even try.

I dreamt about snakes again. This time a purple one followed me and tried to bite me. I saw them slithering all over the floor of every place that I went to. I kept avoiding their direction at all cost. But the temptation to see them became too great.  

Note to self; look up what purple snakes mean in dreams.