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It's blue outside, tinted in the colors of the rain- bow, some bold, some not. The flowers are nodding, back and forth, like a sea of violets and reds and oranges and green stalks. The wind Is blowing. It's dark in here, all the lamps turned way down, all the candles gone out. Sweet smoke curls up from the stumps and swirls around in the darkness; the cloying scent makes me sleepy. I look out through a crack in the curtains, my eyes are dazzled by the light; spots floating beneath my lids. When I look back, I can't see. Drawn, I stare out, the sun hidden by a passing cloud, glowing orange behind the white, and watch. The pines are sighing, alone in their thicket, a favorite pastime of theirs, as they watch the flowers in their sway. Clouds scud past, gold and red with the sunset. The crickets are chirping. Birds sing to one another in the trees, light and sweet. The flapping of wings resounds and echoes throughout the meadow, as a flock of tired geese glide down to rest. The grass is rustling. I turn and let the curtains fall closed. I look at the dim and cluttered room that surrounds me, I smell the dust and the mold and the thinning candle smoke. I sigh, once. And I walk out, out the door, into the light and the sunset. And I don't look back.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
The Light Beyond the Darkness
It's blue outside, tinted in the colors of the rain- bow, some bold, some not. The flowers are nodding, back and forth, like a sea of violets and reds and oranges and green stalks. The wind Is blowing. It's dark in here, all the lamps turned way down, all the candles gone out. Sweet smoke curls up from the stumps and swirls around in the darkness; the cloying scent makes me sleepy. I look out through a crack in the curtains, my eyes are dazzled by the light; spots floating beneath my lids. When I look back, I can't see. Drawn, I stare out, the sun hidden by a passing cloud, glowing orange behind the white, and watch. The pines are sighing, alone in their thicket, a favorite pastime of theirs, as they watch the flowers in their sway. Clouds scud past, gold and red with the sunset. The crickets are chirping. Birds sing to one another in the trees, light and sweet. The flapping of wings resounds and echoes throughout the meadow, as a flock of tired geese glide down to rest. The grass is rustling. I turn and let the curtains fall closed. I look at the dim and cluttered room that surrounds me, I smell the dust and the mold and the thinning candle smoke. I sigh, once. And I walk out, out the door, into the light and the sunset. And I don't look back.
Beyond all darkness there is light, one only has to find it.
#freedom#darkness#light#walls
christian-l-bixler
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
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