Walking endlessly through a thick forest
of light. Shoes worn down by the rough path of rock and glass. Illuminated by hope yet every step digs the crystalline shards deeper.
Beautiful iridescence mixed with dark crimson. We were taught to move forward no matter what, yet how can there be movement with false hope led by the tyranny of a broken will.
Ironic , the closer you get close to luminance the darker the shadows become. As weary legs reach their last stride , one final reach for light , hands desperatly grabbing for stability. As dark crimson floods my world and drowns me
It's unfortunate When a soul full of emotions and excitement goes numb. The feeling of strong love you once sought becomes what makes you fall into a mental pit. A double edged sword slicing away at your sanity.
You feel so intensely that others view it as unfathomable . The dismay it brings to the soul , heart breaking .When anger turns to sadness. Then the numbness begins and you spiral into the abyss of apathy.
You forget how to feel. A Dream you can't remember. A touch lost between dimensions. A warm glow lost in sugar white snowy clouds. The raging fire of the soul becomes dying embers in a never ending winter.
Door knob shakes
Opened the door
but there is nothing
It just haunts me
Its my hopes
...Knock knock ?
looks like it left Me
A soul of fire,water and air. One would wish for a hot spring with such a combination. Yet the reality is that of a boiling water tornado. The strong gusts of wind pull you and drowns you in the scorching water that once gave you life.
A maelstrom connecting heaven and earth. Yet there are those who swim with the tide and use it as a barrier against the battering winds. But even they don't get out unscathed. Burned marks etched down to their soul.
Forever lingering , forever remembering, forever tormented.
In my agony i realize that i cannot sleep. A sudden chill crawls up my arm and sinks it’s teeth into my heart. The heinous sound surrounds me, reverberating around my room. Even scratching chalkboard would be a alluring symphony compared to this never ending transmission that consumes my soul.
I peer into my closet and sense the dark void it connects to. As the white and grey skeletons stick their heads out and calmly indicate that the source of the sound is not there. I turn my attention to my window. The screeching does not change in volume and the once gorgeous night shows no light.
The moon erased from existence, the thick fog that now surrounds my vision corrupts my senses. It constricts me , creating endless blurs, then the sound grows in strength. I close my window and other chill goes down my spine. A silhouette now lays on my bed , dents appear on the blanket.
As i focus and marvel at this unnatural phenomenon it slowly breathes. I lean toward this figure that intrudes my eden and the screeching grows with intensity. The source then forms behind me. The demon that lays on my bed takes a final deep breath and exhales. My face appears on that silhouette on my bed, exhausted of air. The sound surrounds me grabs my soul and pulls it into the All.
An endless sea of light , an endless abyss of darkness. As above so below ,we risk going to an extremity of either side of the spectrum or being stuck in suspended animation in the middle. Until we transcend our 3D and linear views and beliefs. Until we forget again and again and how ironic that even this thought process falls into that category
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