The glen where felled men slept Where the creek’s deep bed trembled, reeled Where the green ferns, restless, crept Where the breezes blew, flew, wheeled Where the trees, the sweet elms wept Where the gentle red wrens nested Where the elks, when freed, then stepped Where the fleet, serene deer rested Where the scented bells were kept Where the jeweled, fresh dew met green The glen where felled men slept, Where men were never seen
"I could have been yours." A mental script that echos in her mind throughout her solitary nocturnal escapade. A combination of five simple words that is strong enough to freeze fire or liquefy a a neglected dream. The perfect conclusion to justify a tragedy - A tragedy so pure and so close to being a sunset-filled day in between the lines of a fanciful short story, Yet it also cuts a beautiful outline of its history through her tongue. It pierces through her skin like fangs of a tormented beast. A carpet of shattered glasses rest under her bare feet, He was not there to close the colossal distance that appeared in between.
... August 13, 2015. 4 am
Inspired by the short story "The Monarch of The Glen" by Neil Gaiman
The cave opens it's great crumbling maw, streaks of light fall on the sparse green blades, which dot the floor, mushrooms push forth from the ground, like fingers reaching to air, the gurgling of a stream, dances along a riverbed path, paradise enclosed, by earthen walls and canopy, the glen lit by diffused and dappled sun.
I told myself I wouldn't write for an entire month, but as my anxiety attack of a mindset blended with my desire to fly I realized I was driving with the windows down when the rain outside was pouring down my arm, making a puddle at the thigh of my pants. I had never once felt bliss like this. The night sky kissed my open wounds like mother nature was trying to let me know everything will be okay. I was told that I was nothing, spat to the ground as the words left your lips and you took a drag from that cigarette you've been trying to quit for months now. So I realize you are weak, clinging to the addictions you cannot escape from and I'm not talking about the cigarette stained teeth or the coffee smeared t shirt.. You are self-destructive. just as quick as 3-2-1 you explode your insecurities onto others and I will no longer let that be me.
I fell in love once and didn't know it. The eyes I saw the world from were blinded by your keen distaste for life and your knack for self-righteous cynicism I grew up thinking love was just a myth and no one, not even me was worthy of it Then someone made me realize that the life I lived was the one that made me who I was- which was someone worthy of love.
So as I drove with the windows down and rain pouring on my cheeks, I realized this is manic if I had an explanation for it. Then I smiled and realized this is the closest I've ever felt to flying and ******* I don't ever wanna come down. So let me lift myself up until I can no longer remember what it feels like to be grounded, where all the logic is nonexistent where I can learn to love myself again. That's where I was, that's where I'll always be the day I picked back up my pen.
I told myself I wouldn't write the entire month of october but that didn't last too long. whoops, not sorry.