12:57am
Without even a second glance at my past, I inhale the blinding smoke of tomorrow and take my second step forward.
12:59amCameron
i hesitate to release the certainty of what is left of my tomorrow that will show itself sooner than i would like
1:00am
I brace myself for the impact but only in time to fall through the trap it set for me
1:01amCameron
and as i stare upward in perplexion i feel my neck begin to ache as i wait for the answer
1:02am
And life moves around me, as I wait, as I wait, the world moves around me
1:05amCameron
and the colours make me dizzy, the colours of you, of life that you exude from the orbs of your soul, from the light that no one could ever reign
1:07am
And I feel the passion once again, the desire to break free of being this statue waiting through time for an answer and breathe those colours deep, cleansing these rusting lungs and live again.
1:10amCameron
yet my wings are torn from turbulent winds and debris i could not dodge at my strongest weakness. i sigh and pledge to walk. walk until i find you. the one i have kept. the one i have held within my heart for centuries it seems
1:12am
And I traverse the troubled contours of your heart, day in night, my broken wings dragging behind me, telling me I should stop, but I can't and nothing can tell me otherwise. Not the weight of my failure, nor the pain in my legs, nor that past I turned my back on.
1:16amCameron
With every step i tell myself that i am making this terrain better with the traceable prints i am leaving upon it. this tender earth speaks to me with the percussion only to be felt by my own steady lifebeat that i had long forgotten.
1:22am
And with hope, the air seems to lighten and the as I feel the burden of this heart lift ever so slightly I feel my own doing the same, in a wonderful storm of passion and compassion, vision and provision, as if struck by an enlightening bolt my wings, they rise again.
1:26amCameron
i raise my eyes and smile upward as my feet leave the precious terrain but do not stray from their task. my strong wings carry me with joyful swoops to my eternal destination







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Carpe Diem
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Carpe Diem
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"...but I believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul."
-Mark Z. Danielewski
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Carpe Diem
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Carpe Diem
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