| | Window, window, to the outside world. Yet I don't see the world when I look outside. I look inside. I'm not thinking of those grey clouds, or the dreamlike feeling they invoke. I'm not thinking of the rain or thunder, or even the wind. These elements of nature are not taken objectively for what they are. Each is personified within me. Each is ascribed a feeling, a thought, a dream...
And only then does it hit me. You once had these feelings, didn't you? You once had dreams. Now, in your infinite slumber, you dream no more. You feel nothing, and yet you've come to embody so much. It's amazing really, how long the pain has found substance within this bloodline of ours. They all still mourn you, and they will continue doing so for years. I could see it in their eyes, every single one of them. The way they'd smile weakly, as though to reassure those around them. Or were they simply reassuring themselves? infinite pain, within finite space.
Some day the dream will end, till then, we will continue to bathe in this rain.
Blissful birthday, lost one. |
| | Posted 5/22/2008 10:06 PM - 24 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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