December 7, 2009
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Finals week:
There is such a long journey ahead of me. And at the moment, I just feel so alone. The long walks in the cold. Season after season, as my body weakens. Nights get colder, caroling bells resonate behind me. I follow the path to the heavens blindly. Fallen on two knees. Hold me, my bones are falling apart. My dear, youth is a dying endeavor - dying, with every beat of my heart. I cannot do this alone. Digging through ice with bare hands in the darkness. I am frozen to stone. Diamond pebbles trickle beneath me. Unfaltering wind eats at my face. I fear forever. For eternity is solace - crystallized into a stained glass reality of my beholder. It is a tease, a joke, a silly ring of truth whispering through chains of hell. Why, you ask, why live in a dream? Focus on the chimes and mute out the screams. Live, for it is all you are given. Live, for your ends through your means. I am alive, and still I'm unseen. Choking for breath and caught in between - distant summers and hopeful springs. Frozen and cold, the colors of existence paint over me, laughing at the echoes of my expedition.
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Embrace the Winterlord and we shall return to existence in greatness.
what else do you expect?...Life's the one who sweeps the yellow brick road its ur job to rebuild it as you walk your own path.
I love long walks in the cold. It's the thawing out later that hurts.
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