OAK by Sievert Dinar
Disclaimer - Sailormoon is owned by a lot of people, most of whom
are not me, so don't get all worked up about my using the characters
in ways they weren't meant. I'm just a common or garden fanfic
writer without a hope in this dark and cruel world. Maybe.
I sit by the tree. My tree.
The only one I was ever buried under.
I am still there, now, feeding the tree.
But at least it is happy to have eaten me.
And I was happy to have fed it.
Time passes with amazing speed, especially as you get older.
Or maybe it is merely the perception of time that increases.
Days seemed to last forever when I was a child.
Time didn't mean anything, to the child's mind.
Not then, anyway.
But when one's parents are ripped from your grasp by time...
you soon begin to learn just how much control you have...
over your own destiny.
Not very much at all.
As long as they were with me, I could deal with it all...
The banality of my home city.
Its depressing, dirty, industrial nature...
controlled by people I didn't know, who didn't seem to care.
When they were gone, all sense of warmth and love was gone.
And I was alone. Alone and full of hate.
It was only a matter of time before I, ultimately...
destroyed myself.
Only it didn't happen that way, did it?
My destiny was in the hands of time.
And it chose the right moment to save me.
For something greater.
More powerful and majestic than I could ever imagine.
And it allowed that destiny to last longer...
than it really should have.
But, in the end, it always reaches this place.
The grave, under the oak tree.
Within the gardens of the Palace.
Here, I can watch people pass by...
as they come to give their respects...
to someone they never knew.
Was I ever that important? Surely, I must have been...
for they are people from around the world.
Flocking to see my final resting place.
Sometimes hoping to catch a glimpse of me...
staring at them from eternity.
And so, I look up at the oak tree...
embrace it, as I do eternity, and rest.
The child tugged on her mother's arm as they strolled through
the gardens of the Palace, along a set path that had been drawn out
to guide the public through areas of interest. The child pointed to
the vast oak tree, set some 100 feet from the path to their left,
and started to jump up and down as her mother tried to take in the
enormity of their surroundings.
"What is it, Kimiko?" The mother asked, sighing as she looked
down upon her wide-eyed daughter. At first, the child seemed lost
for words. "What is it? What have you seen?"
"A lady..." The child said, breathlessly. "A lady who was
standing by that tree disappeared."
The mother looked up at the oak, took a long breath and turned
back to her daughter, smiling. "Did she now?"
"Yes. She was very beautiful. Dressed in a white gown, with
long brown hair in a ponytail." The child looked confused. "People
can't just disappear like that, can they?"
"I don't know." The mother raised her eyebrows. "It depends
on whether she was really here, or not..."
=^.^= niya
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au
Disclaimer - Sailormoon is owned by a lot of people, most of whom
are not me, so don't get all worked up about my using the characters
in ways they weren't meant. I'm just a common or garden fanfic
writer without a hope in this dark and cruel world. Maybe.
I sit by the tree. My tree.
The only one I was ever buried under.
I am still there, now, feeding the tree.
But at least it is happy to have eaten me.
And I was happy to have fed it.
Time passes with amazing speed, especially as you get older.
Or maybe it is merely the perception of time that increases.
Days seemed to last forever when I was a child.
Time didn't mean anything, to the child's mind.
Not then, anyway.
But when one's parents are ripped from your grasp by time...
you soon begin to learn just how much control you have...
over your own destiny.
Not very much at all.
As long as they were with me, I could deal with it all...
The banality of my home city.
Its depressing, dirty, industrial nature...
controlled by people I didn't know, who didn't seem to care.
When they were gone, all sense of warmth and love was gone.
And I was alone. Alone and full of hate.
It was only a matter of time before I, ultimately...
destroyed myself.
Only it didn't happen that way, did it?
My destiny was in the hands of time.
And it chose the right moment to save me.
For something greater.
More powerful and majestic than I could ever imagine.
And it allowed that destiny to last longer...
than it really should have.
But, in the end, it always reaches this place.
The grave, under the oak tree.
Within the gardens of the Palace.
Here, I can watch people pass by...
as they come to give their respects...
to someone they never knew.
Was I ever that important? Surely, I must have been...
for they are people from around the world.
Flocking to see my final resting place.
Sometimes hoping to catch a glimpse of me...
staring at them from eternity.
And so, I look up at the oak tree...
embrace it, as I do eternity, and rest.
The child tugged on her mother's arm as they strolled through
the gardens of the Palace, along a set path that had been drawn out
to guide the public through areas of interest. The child pointed to
the vast oak tree, set some 100 feet from the path to their left,
and started to jump up and down as her mother tried to take in the
enormity of their surroundings.
"What is it, Kimiko?" The mother asked, sighing as she looked
down upon her wide-eyed daughter. At first, the child seemed lost
for words. "What is it? What have you seen?"
"A lady..." The child said, breathlessly. "A lady who was
standing by that tree disappeared."
The mother looked up at the oak, took a long breath and turned
back to her daughter, smiling. "Did she now?"
"Yes. She was very beautiful. Dressed in a white gown, with
long brown hair in a ponytail." The child looked confused. "People
can't just disappear like that, can they?"
"I don't know." The mother raised her eyebrows. "It depends
on whether she was really here, or not..."
=^.^= niya
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au