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evolutionary2013-11-25 11:33 pm
sisyphus) wrote in evolutionary2013-11-25 11:33 pm
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10 End of Days
Written: 03/03/13
Title: End of Days
Words: 168
There is life before your eyes, in front of your dead and dying gaze. Its form lies the same as yours--or had, once upon a time. You could speak fairy tales to describe--hair as white as snow, eyes the color of pale lilacs--but if he heard you speak like that, he would assume you were mocking--or that there was something wrong.
There is something wrong but it’s not as simple as that either. There is life before your eyes, and it claims you as its own--calls you something of meaning, worth, and value--and you know it then, right there. This is something that will ruin you, end you perfectly, effortlessly, and there is nothing to do. Nothing you want to do, and as if you would raise hands against at all.
Life shifts, is still shifting, and quietly, you begin to gather your things; pick up the life you once held and toss it aside-- Carefully bury the remains.
You bury your body, and allow your tattered soul to follow life.
[10. You begin to gather your things.]
Title: End of Days
Words: 168
There is life before your eyes, in front of your dead and dying gaze. Its form lies the same as yours--or had, once upon a time. You could speak fairy tales to describe--hair as white as snow, eyes the color of pale lilacs--but if he heard you speak like that, he would assume you were mocking--or that there was something wrong.
There is something wrong but it’s not as simple as that either. There is life before your eyes, and it claims you as its own--calls you something of meaning, worth, and value--and you know it then, right there. This is something that will ruin you, end you perfectly, effortlessly, and there is nothing to do. Nothing you want to do, and as if you would raise hands against at all.
Life shifts, is still shifting, and quietly, you begin to gather your things; pick up the life you once held and toss it aside-- Carefully bury the remains.
You bury your body, and allow your tattered soul to follow life.
[10. You begin to gather your things.]