Snow
It is snowing. The sprays of snow are falling...all over...Blowing in a general direction...The wind's direction. All that can be seen, is a background of falling white ink droplets.
The Snow...The Snow... Sending a thin layer of powder white over the trees...showering them with icy goodness...It rings a bell. A tiny tinkling sound at the back of my head. A memory. From long ago...A memory I always thought I would forget. But I never could. It remains...semi-consciously...lying...prowling away stealthily at the back of my head...threatening to be the last straw for my sanity.
I have seen tinsel. I have seen powder. I have seen swirls of dust. But snow...
Yes, I have seen snow. Rarely. Not in Winter. Nor in December. Not even on Christmas. Only when I go all the way to the peak of Mount Freeze. It may be easy. But no.
No...Why?
I can't fly. I can't spread my wings and soar. To great heights. I can no longer do that. I can no longer stretch and reach for heights never reached before. Not in reality...at least.
Because...
I trusted too much.
I never knew that someone whom I had known since the day I was born could betray me.
Zapdos...how could you...
You used your power against both of us.
You killed her... a slow and painful death...over five years...
You paralyzed my wings...
I, too, nearly got killed.
But I survived by the skin of my teeth.
Living merely on willpower and determination.
And for seven long years since that day..., I have been following the philosophy of the song, "With all Your Heart", blindly. Blind. As blindly as I cannot fly. As blindly as a Zubat.
"I know you can do anything
With a little faith you can reach
Right up to
The highest star
There's a mountain you can't climb
Just look inside your heart you'll find out
Straight inside
All you have
To do is try
With all your heart."
But...How many times have I hoped, hoped, and tried...so hard? How many times have I waited patiently, faithfully, for that day to come? The day where I can spread my wings and soar? No. Never. It is of no use. I can never fly again. The snow...The top of Mt. Freeze...They are all merely memories of the past. Merely memories, thoughts left semi-consciously in my head, up till now, maybe forever, maybe not.
Is there any use feeling sad and sorry?
Must I reminiscise?
Can I turn back time, anyway?
Do I really have to allow myself to wallow up in self-pity?
No...
I don't have to.
I can still soar. Mentally. Figuratively. Idiomatically.
But with a twinge of regret, I must admit...never, really, or literally.
Mentally...Mentally.
Maybe I am mental.
But...Now... I am holding my head high.
I am not going to allow myself to wallow up in my own miseries and self-pity.
After all...Miracles do happen, right?
Oh...But no. I shall not wish...or hope...for something that takes ages...or in other words...something that is impossible.
I have learnt my lesson.
Yes, I did.
My good sister...Moltres...She was the only person who knows what I have been through.
The only one who knew how much the song used to mean to me.
The only one who knew how much snow meant to me.
She was...The only one...who understood...
Who knew me inside out.
She had been helping me shred bits of paper...So I could pretend...
That those were snow.
I have been doing that for years...
Since she was gone...
Even now...
But...Like I said...
I shall not pretend that what is not happening is happening.
I shall not wallow up in self-pity anymore.
I shall not reminiscise.
I shall not try to achieve the impossible.
And from then on...
I knew I could start anew.
Afresh.
I knew I could forget the past.
I knew... I understood. I saw the light.
I even felt it.
I felt wings regrow...
Mentally...
Wings that can take me through the skies forever.
Wings that will carry me through anything.
Wings that will never be destroyed.
New wings...Reborn.
Forever with me...
Forever...
"Moltres would be proud if she saw me now," I whispered, a tear trickling down.
But will she ever?
No...
The good die young... An unfair and unjustified death.
A cruel one.
It's ok.
Maybe...
Maybe...
She is watching from somewhere up there.
Somewhere there...
Far away...
Beyond the clouds...
She might be watching me reborn...
From...
From...
From... H-Heaven.
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Inspired by someone upstairs dropping bits of paper.
Song from "With All Your Heart", Pokemon 2000.
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