Reflection
All around me, the pieces of my life float away. A few pieces of them stay behind as a reminder of what I have lost in my quest to fix it all. These pieces hold the memories, but the reality within them has left me behind. Once, I would have run to try and catch it, but now I know how futile it would truly be.
As I stand here, she comes back to me through the fragments of my past. Taking my hands in hers, she takes me back to the places we've been. It highlights my memories, and renews my pain. She turns to me, and closes my eyes with a gentle brush of her fingers. I feel her place a warm, loving kiss on my forehead, and I feel it eat away at my flesh. Her love is a disease, killing me with the memories of not-to-be.
As the last of me is taken away, she whispers to me, "I was never meant for you..."
Now I awaken, far from what was, in a land of new pain. Around me, the trees grow tall, and the grass grows green. I cannot feel her anymore; I cannot feel anyone anymore. Perhaps this is where I was all along, and had only dreamed life in fevered loneliness. So, I stand, and I walk; forever driven to find something new.
...And before me was the most magnificent waterfall ever to be seen by man. Its blue water splashed down from atop a cliff adorned with flowers of every colour, into a pool of sparkling water - clear as the waters in the Caribbean. Beneath the waves that rippled out from the falling water, I could see fish of infinite shapes and hues floating peacefully in their untouched paradise. At the edges, a myriad of plants and flowers grew, watered and watched over by the constant flow of water.
Then, from below the waters came a great beast, covered in blood red scales, and topped with a crown of thorns, he looked like nothing that walked on the land. He pointed one of his mighty claws at me, and growled, "This place is not meant for you."
As I stared, his other hand emerged from the water, holding a sceptre made of the finest crystal ever to be cut. He motioned with it, informing me of the consequences of disobeying his word. And so I stood on the edge of paradise... looking in. He stayed with me, for a time, but when he was satisfied that I wouldn't disrupt his land he returned to the water. I lingered there until I could finally tear my eyes from the perfection; hurrying from that sacred place.
As I walk, I find myself withering away. All my efforts to leave have been in vain... for I always turn back, and return to that place. I cannot stop myself,, even though I know it will never be meant for me. Memory will never be enough, these words... not enough.
Come with me and see what could have been.
As I stand here, she comes back to me through the fragments of my past. Taking my hands in hers, she takes me back to the places we've been. It highlights my memories, and renews my pain. She turns to me, and closes my eyes with a gentle brush of her fingers. I feel her place a warm, loving kiss on my forehead, and I feel it eat away at my flesh. Her love is a disease, killing me with the memories of not-to-be.
As the last of me is taken away, she whispers to me, "I was never meant for you..."
Now I awaken, far from what was, in a land of new pain. Around me, the trees grow tall, and the grass grows green. I cannot feel her anymore; I cannot feel anyone anymore. Perhaps this is where I was all along, and had only dreamed life in fevered loneliness. So, I stand, and I walk; forever driven to find something new.
...And before me was the most magnificent waterfall ever to be seen by man. Its blue water splashed down from atop a cliff adorned with flowers of every colour, into a pool of sparkling water - clear as the waters in the Caribbean. Beneath the waves that rippled out from the falling water, I could see fish of infinite shapes and hues floating peacefully in their untouched paradise. At the edges, a myriad of plants and flowers grew, watered and watched over by the constant flow of water.
Then, from below the waters came a great beast, covered in blood red scales, and topped with a crown of thorns, he looked like nothing that walked on the land. He pointed one of his mighty claws at me, and growled, "This place is not meant for you."
As I stared, his other hand emerged from the water, holding a sceptre made of the finest crystal ever to be cut. He motioned with it, informing me of the consequences of disobeying his word. And so I stood on the edge of paradise... looking in. He stayed with me, for a time, but when he was satisfied that I wouldn't disrupt his land he returned to the water. I lingered there until I could finally tear my eyes from the perfection; hurrying from that sacred place.
As I walk, I find myself withering away. All my efforts to leave have been in vain... for I always turn back, and return to that place. I cannot stop myself,, even though I know it will never be meant for me. Memory will never be enough, these words... not enough.
Come with me and see what could have been.
posted by The Great Llama @ 06:01
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