Disclaimer: I wish I could, I wish I would, I don't own, leave me alone. -cries- You lawyer people make me sad...
This has been revamped. Because it was painfully bad before.
The Wind: Remix
Our eyes command us.
We can see the surface of the ocean with its eternal horizon, and we can peer into its depths and read its impossible mysteries.
This we can do.
But these secrets are not ours to share, these stories are not ours to tell. What we perceive with these white eyes is a glimpse of something that we cannot call our own.
It is said that perfect sight can be a weakness, not a strength. You become the dirt beneath the villagers' feet, you become the sky that the birds of prey command. You lose sight of yourself in the immensity of the world.
Perfection is a difficult thing to wield.
This we tell our children, as we tuck them in and lock the bedroom door behind us. This we tell our children, when we teach them to press green curse lines on their own children's foreheads. This we tell our warriors, when they are duty-bound to serve as guardians, spies, and fighters.
Behind closed eyelids that never truly shut and with white eyes that never truly open, we know that the world has never been ours for the taking.
No, the world is a wide sea of strangers, and we've closed all our ports long ago. They cannot reach us, and we cannot escape.
Our path leads us to see no light and fear no shadow but our own. It's rather fitting.
Even the strongest tree will yield if there is a wind strong enough.
We shiver. The wind is picking up.
Reposted Drabble. Just a bit more than 200 words. The entire thing is a prompt I had that somehow morphed into this. This is the new version, because the old one was painfully bad - it's strange to see how I've grown as a writer over the years...