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It is cold here. Cold and white and empty. I stare out at the barren landscape as the ghost of a wind blows by, carrying with it a memory of sounds and smells.
Something moves in the distance. A ghost image of life floats on a noexistent river that flowed here many years ago. Something about it stirs a long-buried emeory within me. Or is it a feeling? I don't know. I have forgotten so much.
I close my eyes and let the wind that isn't here caress my cheeks. I spread my arms, smiling with joy for the first time in far more years than I care to remember.
But when I open my eyes again I see only a lifeless wasteland. I stop smiling.
Storm clouds are piling up against the mountains in the east. I can no longer see the treeline. All the trees are long gone.
Rain pours from the dark purple clouds. Once life-giving, it has now changed to tears, tears I myself am unable to cry.
Even the ruins are long gone now. Plants tore them apart. Storms and earthquakes broke the once proud towers to pieces. For a while animals, those few who remained, found shelter amongst the fallen rocks.
I remember happier days, when the castles were filled with life, humming with joyful energy. When people, My people, lived happily under the sky, a sky filled with beautiful cloud patterns and constellations.
I remeber the ships. Proud dragons, swans and wolves, sailing all seas and braving all storms. They returned from faraway lands with tales and treasures. I used to be on the docks when they came.
The small green dragon returned one day with tales of a mystic gate shrouded thick fog and protected by a dangerous reef. The gate led elsewhere, they told.
People went through it and returned with tales from elsewhere. Then some people moved there. And when we realized what was happening to here, entire cities emptied.
The rain has passed now and the last rays of the sunset bathes the land in glittering blood.
They left for elsewhere, everyone but me. I sawe the last dragon farewell. They left me a small swan so I could follow them.
I wandered through the empty palaces and temples for days on end. The gods left with the last wolf to cross.
Sunrise again. I watch it. Time has lost all meaning now.
In the beginning I was lonely, but that, too, has also lost meaning.
I have forgotten so much. The taste of food. The smell of flowers. The sound of laughter. The feeling of another's touch.
Days pass. I stand here watching. I can feel the land weakening. It is dying now.
We are linked, here and I. We share a soul. That is why I could not, cannot leave. It would tear our souls apart.
A distant sound reaches my ears, and I turn my head.
A little bird is flying towards me. I lift my hand i greeting and it lands on my finger, looking at me curiously, questioningly. It is blue and yellow-green with small, black eyes. It weighs nothing at all.
The bird chirps and I smile, stroking the feathered head with one finger. I lift it up and blow on it. "Fly," I whisper. With one last chirp, it launches itself towards the sea and the gate there.
I keep watching. Waiting.
Something moves in the distance. A ghost image of life floats on a noexistent river that flowed here many years ago. Something about it stirs a long-buried emeory within me. Or is it a feeling? I don't know. I have forgotten so much.
I close my eyes and let the wind that isn't here caress my cheeks. I spread my arms, smiling with joy for the first time in far more years than I care to remember.
But when I open my eyes again I see only a lifeless wasteland. I stop smiling.
Storm clouds are piling up against the mountains in the east. I can no longer see the treeline. All the trees are long gone.
Rain pours from the dark purple clouds. Once life-giving, it has now changed to tears, tears I myself am unable to cry.
Even the ruins are long gone now. Plants tore them apart. Storms and earthquakes broke the once proud towers to pieces. For a while animals, those few who remained, found shelter amongst the fallen rocks.
I remember happier days, when the castles were filled with life, humming with joyful energy. When people, My people, lived happily under the sky, a sky filled with beautiful cloud patterns and constellations.
I remeber the ships. Proud dragons, swans and wolves, sailing all seas and braving all storms. They returned from faraway lands with tales and treasures. I used to be on the docks when they came.
The small green dragon returned one day with tales of a mystic gate shrouded thick fog and protected by a dangerous reef. The gate led elsewhere, they told.
People went through it and returned with tales from elsewhere. Then some people moved there. And when we realized what was happening to here, entire cities emptied.
The rain has passed now and the last rays of the sunset bathes the land in glittering blood.
They left for elsewhere, everyone but me. I sawe the last dragon farewell. They left me a small swan so I could follow them.
I wandered through the empty palaces and temples for days on end. The gods left with the last wolf to cross.
Sunrise again. I watch it. Time has lost all meaning now.
In the beginning I was lonely, but that, too, has also lost meaning.
I have forgotten so much. The taste of food. The smell of flowers. The sound of laughter. The feeling of another's touch.
Days pass. I stand here watching. I can feel the land weakening. It is dying now.
We are linked, here and I. We share a soul. That is why I could not, cannot leave. It would tear our souls apart.
A distant sound reaches my ears, and I turn my head.
A little bird is flying towards me. I lift my hand i greeting and it lands on my finger, looking at me curiously, questioningly. It is blue and yellow-green with small, black eyes. It weighs nothing at all.
The bird chirps and I smile, stroking the feathered head with one finger. I lift it up and blow on it. "Fly," I whisper. With one last chirp, it launches itself towards the sea and the gate there.
I keep watching. Waiting.
Literature
Irretrievably Broken
What can you do when the person who is supposed to love you the most doesn't care at all?
What should you do when the person who is supposed to have your back at all times stabs you in it instead?
What does it say when all the people who were supposed to be friends to both of you kept their silence?
I may forgive one day, but I will never trust again.
Literature
Fragments
Ici
Ni nuages
ni bruit
et le sol
est trop lisse.
Je vais mentir.
Qui suis-je?
J'ai grandi d'un seul coup et très vite, comme une enfant qui saute et dont la tête reste accrochée, suspendue dans les airs, pour seulement s'apercevoir alors, en regardant en bas, qu'elle ne lévite pas, mais a un corps plus grand qui a poussé sous elle.
Etat des lieux
- Quarante et un morceaux d'un vase balancé.
- Six morceaux d'une assiette écrasée sur le mur.
- Onze morceaux d'un livré écharpé sans pleurer.
- Trois morceaux de la table assommée d'un poing lourd.
- Xanax, Tuinal, Prozac, Wisterol, par milliers.
- Deux morceaux d'un seul nous, désespoir distendu
Literature
Broken
Broken…this is for you
Pieces of glass
This is… for you
Vicious shards
Broken… this is for you
Pockets of air
This is… for you
Gentle swings
Broken… this is for you
Bursts of crimson
This is… for you
Cherished stains
Brok-en… this is… for you.
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Um... Same excuse as for The Void, but I listened to the entire CD this time. It IS kinda... sad? I dunno, depressing? It has a kind of sad 'so this is the End'-like feeling. I take all blame for this one and throw some at Gandalf (the musician, not the super awesome wizard from LotR).
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so an epic story concluded?