Yo, pples. ^^ I wrote this about half a year ago, but forgot to post it. As you can probably tell, I must have been a leetle depressed at the moment, lol. I was listening to the 2nd movement of Philip Glass' violin concerto. If this link works, you can listen for dramatic effect. heehee: .com/watch?v=CsioM3GaAAY&feature=related
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My fears fled so fast, only to return. Dread twines thickly-coiled traps within before I even know myself again. Slowly, the details are drawn back together by the invisible force of reason. The euphoric wave dashes to a halt.
What have I done?
As my sight finally focuses, I see dull wisps of silver rising. The smoke scrapes raw the back of my throat and stings my eyes.
Drip.
My fingertips come away wet and I tilt my head back to look at the sky. It is not rain. Only a red-gray vortex of smoke rises above me in a solemn procession of death.
No – I'm crying. Is the smoke burning my eyes or has the exhaustion hit? Am I falling to my knees because of what I see? All I taste is ash and copper. The tears fall more freely and I am unashamed in the midst of such humbling destruction to by on my knees.
What have I done? They're all dead.
Only one familiar face emerges from the wreckage to find me, but I don't deserve it. The crimson dye is staining everything without restraint, remorse, or thought.
Let someone else bear this burden. Let someone else do this the right way.
I need to fix this.
A malicious shadow approaches. My instinct is screaming to get out of the way . . . attack . . . anything. I fumble along the ruined battlefield floor for a moment and then let my arm drop to my side. No, let it end. Give this person their vengeance. And I watch as the silver flash falls between the already flying embers.
The familiar face on my left (who's?) breaks into horror. I know what they want, but I can't give it to them. I can't give them back my life, when it has already been taken.
Somewhere else, creation stirs within its sacred cocoon, unaware of how greatly its destiny has been altered and I descend into the frigid darkness. Down, down, down – with a ghost of a smile. I know that I've failed and fulfilled my role at the same time. Rosy hues arise and I take my place in line- the furthest regions of which plunge towards the beginning of time.
Let it begin again.
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