This is the last life story of Gaav's human self. It's very different-very
poetic. The other chapters I tried to make a little more brash, to fit his
personality. This, being the end of his human lives, signifies letting
something go-and being forever changed by it. Woo! That sounded good.
A whisper, the touch of your hand . . . . so many things are gone that seem simple in their multitude. However. . . . there is something irreplaceable, which erases all the outside simplicity and makes it seem as though everything I ever held dear was gone.
The horizon glows a dim red-the color that warns of stormy weather as stated by the sailor's rhyme. Bathed in the red and orange of the rising sun, the pale rooftops look as though they have been lit aflame. A startling sight, at first. I can't seem to recall the last time I was up on this cliff, overseeing the colors that the sunrise brought to the land. I was probably with you. You liked the sun, especially in the glory of rising or setting. I remember you'd sit still, eyes shining, urging me to watch with you-especially the rising sun. You told me that there's nothing more beautiful then the new day where everything has another chance.
Now I sound near as melancholy.hm. That suited you better. Long raven hair and pale skin, almost painfully beautiful. I look at the pictures for far too long. But pictures could never contain enough. The frozen monuments of imagery that will never again be do not retain the feeling of you being here beside me.
Oh, the things I could never tell you then keep building up inside me. How many regrets do we all keep in our hearts, for not seizing the moments that we should have because of the cowardice in ourselves? Life can only be understood backwards.
Philosophizing will not help.
I don't think I could ever bring back the sensation I so miss. The sensation that I've never lived before, like I'm seeing the world newly all over again. A new day. You were like the sunrise to me. So maybe I'm trying to find out of this sunrise today what I found in you. What did you see in these colors of light that I cannot? I tilt my head, thoughtful.
Maybe today, you would have seen a new beginning. You would have seen life going forewords, instead of memories going backwards. Taking new pictures to replace the old ones, and if you regret those pictures, tomorrow is another day. I smile, a little, and close my eyes to the warmth of the fully risen sun. I may miss you forever.
I stand, and walk away. There's a long day ahead.
A whisper, the touch of your hand . . . . so many things are gone that seem simple in their multitude. However. . . . there is something irreplaceable, which erases all the outside simplicity and makes it seem as though everything I ever held dear was gone.
The horizon glows a dim red-the color that warns of stormy weather as stated by the sailor's rhyme. Bathed in the red and orange of the rising sun, the pale rooftops look as though they have been lit aflame. A startling sight, at first. I can't seem to recall the last time I was up on this cliff, overseeing the colors that the sunrise brought to the land. I was probably with you. You liked the sun, especially in the glory of rising or setting. I remember you'd sit still, eyes shining, urging me to watch with you-especially the rising sun. You told me that there's nothing more beautiful then the new day where everything has another chance.
Now I sound near as melancholy.hm. That suited you better. Long raven hair and pale skin, almost painfully beautiful. I look at the pictures for far too long. But pictures could never contain enough. The frozen monuments of imagery that will never again be do not retain the feeling of you being here beside me.
Oh, the things I could never tell you then keep building up inside me. How many regrets do we all keep in our hearts, for not seizing the moments that we should have because of the cowardice in ourselves? Life can only be understood backwards.
Philosophizing will not help.
I don't think I could ever bring back the sensation I so miss. The sensation that I've never lived before, like I'm seeing the world newly all over again. A new day. You were like the sunrise to me. So maybe I'm trying to find out of this sunrise today what I found in you. What did you see in these colors of light that I cannot? I tilt my head, thoughtful.
Maybe today, you would have seen a new beginning. You would have seen life going forewords, instead of memories going backwards. Taking new pictures to replace the old ones, and if you regret those pictures, tomorrow is another day. I smile, a little, and close my eyes to the warmth of the fully risen sun. I may miss you forever.
I stand, and walk away. There's a long day ahead.