suiris
Color
~
Green, brown, red, blue, yellow, black - it's all just a blur, a whirlwind
of color. An artist carelessly splashing paint across his vast white
canvas. Trees are just tall green smudges, houses are large, dark
blemishes. I have come to recognize people as being colorful obscurities
in the perfect painting. Images fly past me, or is it I flying past
them? More likely it is the latter.
There's never time to slow down, to stop and look around. Never any
time to absorb what's there. Instead, it's always hurrying from one
place to another, looking over my shoulder to see if they've caught up
to me yet. Eating what others throw out, digging the most edible
looking substances out of the garbage. Sleeping with my eyes open
- just in case.
So many faces. Are any of them friends? Not likely. I
am hated throughout the country - feared, even - for a crime I didn't even
commit. Does anyone believe it wasn't me, other than three children,
a werewolf, and an old man? Does anyone believe I would truly allow
my best friend and his wife to be killed, murdered by a monster?
Allow their son to be orphaned? The kings of society sit upon their
thrones, fat and safe, and brainwash the population, telling them lies,
making them trust in falsehoods.
Will I ever be freed? Will I ever really regain my independence,
my right to live as a human being without being afraid for my life, rather
than living as an animal? If that day comes, will people turn in
disgust should I dare to walk down the street, flaunting that freedom no
man should be denied? Will they spit in my face, or call me a traitor?
Will they still hate me? Some, I am sure, will carry their grudges
against me forever, to the grave and beyond. But as for the others?
I don't know. Maybe at one point in my life I did, but now . . .
? Now, well, I'll continue to pass the world by on my quest for freedom.
And everything will continue to be just a blur of color . . .
~
Author's Note: Uh . . . I guess
y'all could say this may just be one of my odder (is that a word?!) pieces.
It came to me in health class today, and yes, it's supposed to be from
Sirius' point of view, and how he feels about running, being a convict,
ya know - all the good stuff. :-) It's actually been my first
time trying to imagine how Sirius feels (rather than how my beloved Sevvie
feels). So, hope y'all enjoyed, and "be a responsible reader - review!"
Disclaimer: Same as always -
I own NOTHING, so bug off!
