I reminisce very well considering the situation. I remember the sky
was a clear, dark black with milky white stars that craved to drink my
heart and soul and seep into the trees so that I was gone. I remember the
snow. the snow that clung to my skin and thick suede jacket. The snow that
met my mid thigh and paralyzed my legs. I remember the long, elegant tree
branches that hung above my head, reaching towards me, begging for my
attention. I remember tears stained my red cheeks hotly. and I remember
anger. I remember above the beauty of the night the anger. It was like a
swarm of bees buzzing in my head. It pounded and ached and longed for
warmth and comfort. but there was nothing. I was the sky.I was the trees. I
longed for something I could no longer have. my past.
I spent hours upon hours, wandering in the cold, searching for a memory. a single memory. I most particularly wanted to know about my anger. about the event that caused my stupidity. I wondered where I came from, mostly. I felt the powdery snow, and it reminded me of something, but I'm not quite sure what that is. I felt my senses sharpen as a new feeling fled over me. Frustration. I closed my eyes for a moment, searching. just ONE thing. all I wanted to remember was one SINGLE thing. my mind was blank. I watched my breath embrace the air in curvaceous flirtation. I wanted to fly away with it.
I suppose the single most vivid thing was the icicle. I remember it, elegantly poised off a tree branch, poised as my superior. I loathed it lacy pattern and cool transparent appearance. I envied it, knowing where it was to belong for eternity. or at least until it melted away. I curled up under the icicle, surrendering to its monarchy. I stared at it, my breath curling up and grasping for it. I just wanted to melt away too. I watched it, dangle over me like a dagger. Drop, I thought. Drop and plunge into my heart. Save me. And that it did. almost. The icicle fell, almost in slow motion, atop my snow covered body. I remember the black, cold night consumed my vision. It was all sky. It was all black. And then.
And then there was light. There was light, and a voice. It was like an angel's voice. female, I could tell, but an angel none the least. I felt a pain in my own female heart towards my fellow women, and it surprised me. Someone hurt me. I could tell. I was a stranger in my own body.
There was light, too. a strange light, golden and warming. none in which I felt before. Well, I must of felt before. momentarily I wondered what warmth was. what were all these things I was thinking of?
The angel's voice was worried. I wasn't sure what that was, but it wasn't good. I could sense it. I couldn't open my eyes. I wanted to thank this woman, then get the hell out of there. I wanted to go home. where ever that was.
"Love seeketh not itself to please Nor for itself has any care, But to another lends it's ease, And builds a heaven in hell's despair." -William Blake, "The Pebble and the Clod" A/N: Yeah, I know what you're thinking. what the hell does this have to do with Harry Potter?! (Either that or when I'm going to stop being deluded.) but it does have reference, I PROMISE. You're just going to have to wait and see. if you even CARE. well, sucks for you, because you're find out anyway. Love you like the hipster I am! R.H. @~~~
I spent hours upon hours, wandering in the cold, searching for a memory. a single memory. I most particularly wanted to know about my anger. about the event that caused my stupidity. I wondered where I came from, mostly. I felt the powdery snow, and it reminded me of something, but I'm not quite sure what that is. I felt my senses sharpen as a new feeling fled over me. Frustration. I closed my eyes for a moment, searching. just ONE thing. all I wanted to remember was one SINGLE thing. my mind was blank. I watched my breath embrace the air in curvaceous flirtation. I wanted to fly away with it.
I suppose the single most vivid thing was the icicle. I remember it, elegantly poised off a tree branch, poised as my superior. I loathed it lacy pattern and cool transparent appearance. I envied it, knowing where it was to belong for eternity. or at least until it melted away. I curled up under the icicle, surrendering to its monarchy. I stared at it, my breath curling up and grasping for it. I just wanted to melt away too. I watched it, dangle over me like a dagger. Drop, I thought. Drop and plunge into my heart. Save me. And that it did. almost. The icicle fell, almost in slow motion, atop my snow covered body. I remember the black, cold night consumed my vision. It was all sky. It was all black. And then.
And then there was light. There was light, and a voice. It was like an angel's voice. female, I could tell, but an angel none the least. I felt a pain in my own female heart towards my fellow women, and it surprised me. Someone hurt me. I could tell. I was a stranger in my own body.
There was light, too. a strange light, golden and warming. none in which I felt before. Well, I must of felt before. momentarily I wondered what warmth was. what were all these things I was thinking of?
The angel's voice was worried. I wasn't sure what that was, but it wasn't good. I could sense it. I couldn't open my eyes. I wanted to thank this woman, then get the hell out of there. I wanted to go home. where ever that was.
"Love seeketh not itself to please Nor for itself has any care, But to another lends it's ease, And builds a heaven in hell's despair." -William Blake, "The Pebble and the Clod" A/N: Yeah, I know what you're thinking. what the hell does this have to do with Harry Potter?! (Either that or when I'm going to stop being deluded.) but it does have reference, I PROMISE. You're just going to have to wait and see. if you even CARE. well, sucks for you, because you're find out anyway. Love you like the hipster I am! R.H. @~~~
