As drops descend from his face, rolling past his heart to be soaked up by whoever might pass underneath
Blanketed in a wispy layer of mist
he grips her hand tightly
Wanting to get up from the place he’s been anchored to for so long but not ready to
The dull sinking feeling that resides over him, pushing him further and further deeper
into the surface
These absent buildings clinging around only setting him in his place,
at the edge of perception
What is left of his mind begins to drift, leaching out like a plague of activity across a circuit board
And exactly like a switch, he finds something she hid inside of him
An incendiary note, left
Time itself seems to stop for a moment,
sparking from him
Setting her soul ablaze
so vibrantly scorching her existence
And so, I stand
In witness
Of such an ethereal sight
and see
just the smallest details
where drops turn to streams and paralysis turns into a rigid tremble
Managing to unclasp his hands from where they were
he shivers
Placing his hands onto the pavement
unfamiliarity seeping out his fingertips and spilling
the snow melting softly around him
Unknowing of where exactly I am, he tries to compose himself
But he doesn’t notice that his legs have gone unused for so long
Struggling to stand like a newly born lamb he stumbles
thankful for the absence of those buildings
His breath unconcealed in the spiritless atmosphere
Caution in the wind veiled by snowflakes
falling
Just like before, the sheets of ice lay atop, varnishing what seems to be a landscape of optimism
Obscured by crimson flesh and soft chimes of melancholy that resonates within him,
a sun rises
He begins to stand
The mist circling his feet, trailing him as he makes his way beyond the buildings
Beyond the colourless town
Beyond his travesty
His heart still so sharply yearning for what once was but couldn’t be
to something more
And here I stand
A distance so short
away from him
in an entirely parallel world
Watching him as he takes the first steps out of the mist
closer, and closer
he steps
his face, as cold as ice
detached from this harbour
transcending gradually into consciousness
I decide to put my reservations aside and reach out for him
the light piercing through his lifeforce
irises so profound
an abyss of magnificence
alluding to what could only be the unfaltering desire of inception
the temptations that captivate him
releasing him from where he once stood
and so he realises;
The snow is no longer dripped with red
and it is instead
an eternal springtime in his mind
enlightened
the new surroundings
curing him from the dangers of his thought
beaming with new hope
and for the first time
I see in clarity
an angels wings repair itself
from the depths of grief and desolation.
and then I weep.
For nothing could have prepared me for the sight of this journey.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
As drops descend from his face, rolling past his heart to be soaked up by whoever might pass underneath
Blanketed in a wispy layer of mist
he grips her hand tightly
Wanting to get up from the place he’s been anchored to for so long but not ready to
The dull sinking feeling that resides over him, pushing him further and further deeper
into the surface
These absent buildings clinging around only setting him in his place,
at the edge of perception
What is left of his mind begins to drift, leaching out like a plague of activity across a circuit board
And exactly like a switch, he finds something she hid inside of him
An incendiary note, left
Time itself seems to stop for a moment,
sparking from him
Setting her soul ablaze
so vibrantly scorching her existence
And so, I stand
In witness
Of such an ethereal sight
and see
just the smallest details
where drops turn to streams and paralysis turns into a rigid tremble
Managing to unclasp his hands from where they were
he shivers
Placing his hands onto the pavement
unfamiliarity seeping out his fingertips and spilling
the snow melting softly around him
Unknowing of where exactly I am, he tries to compose himself
But he doesn’t notice that his legs have gone unused for so long
Struggling to stand like a newly born lamb he stumbles
thankful for the absence of those buildings
His breath unconcealed in the spiritless atmosphere
Caution in the wind veiled by snowflakes
falling
Just like before, the sheets of ice lay atop, varnishing what seems to be a landscape of optimism
Obscured by crimson flesh and soft chimes of melancholy that resonates within him,
a sun rises
He begins to stand
The mist circling his feet, trailing him as he makes his way beyond the buildings
Beyond the colourless town
Beyond his travesty
His heart still so sharply yearning for what once was but couldn’t be
to something more
And here I stand
A distance so short
away from him
in an entirely parallel world
Watching him as he takes the first steps out of the mist
closer, and closer
he steps
his face, as cold as ice
detached from this harbour
transcending gradually into consciousness
I decide to put my reservations aside and reach out for him
the light piercing through his lifeforce
irises so profound
an abyss of magnificence
alluding to what could only be the unfaltering desire of inception
the temptations that captivate him
releasing him from where he once stood
and so he realises;
The snow is no longer dripped with red
and it is instead
an eternal springtime in his mind
enlightened
the new surroundings
curing him from the dangers of his thought
beaming with new hope
and for the first time
I see in clarity
an angels wings repair itself
from the depths of grief and desolation.
and then I weep.
For nothing could have prepared me for the sight of this journey.
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