A/N: First of all, I'm very grateful to all the people who reviewed my fic poem. I was really surprised and stunned while reading the reviews. Thank you so much. And then about this fic; the language is really simple in this one, but it's meant to be. It's quite unlike the fics I usually write. I had this strange, in a way empty feeling while writing this. Overall, it's weird. Well, I hope you like. If you don't, that's fine, too. And once again, sorry for all the mistakes etc.
The Oblivion
There may have been a past. There may have been life and colours. There may have been light and dreams. There may have been something more. Not just darkness.
There may have been someone else.
He does not know anymore.
Sometimes he doubts those things, sometimes he believes in them. But whatever he does, he never knows. He's never sure. He fears that it's just his mind tricking him once again. He has seen a little spirit. She's pretty. She brings him dreams. They make him feel better. He likes her. She's the only one who visits him anymore. Maybe she's the only one, who's ever been there.
He does not know.
Once he thought that he maybe loves that little spirit. But then he realised that he didn't understand that word. Love. What is it? He has the idea that it has something to do with the other strange thoughts that are hovering around his head. He hopes they'd go away and leave him alone. They scare him. They're trying to tell him something, but it seems like they'd be screaming words in a foreign tongue. He wishes he could close his ears.
He does not understand.
Sometimes, he sees shadows around him, and that's when he usually remembers. Always after that, he tries to forget. He has learned to forget. There's one thing that helps it. Right now, he doesn't remember what that thing is. It's something cool in his hand, but then it turns from cool to burning hot. It burns his mouth. That's when the little spirit usually comes and brings him dreams.
And he forgets.
But in those times when he remembers, one of the screaming voices grows softer. And it speaks the language he understands. It whispers; You promised... That makes him even more scared. What is it that he has promised? And to who? The little spirit has never said a word about any promises. In fact, she doesn't talk. Just smiles and makes him feel better as she brings him dreams. And somehow, he senses that it's not her who he has promised something. But there's no one else, is there? There never has been...
He does not remember.
Although it makes him depressed when the voices scream at him, he thinks it's better this way. He senses that there's been even worse pain. But when? And who suffered of it? Those are other things he doesn't know... Sometimes, very rarely, he hears someone weeping in the shadows. That's when he wishes he could do something. Comfort that person somehow. But the crying fades away every time. And once, or maybe even twice, he's been almost sure that there's an angel somewhere...
He has forgotten her...
There may have been someone else...A long, long time ago...
A/N: I enjoyed writing it, though my mind was blank and my fingers just decided what to write.. Well, it's very hard to tell anything about it. And now I'm at school and my friend is trying to strangle me... So I'll shut my mouth.
Written: June 10th 2004. It took me fifteen minutes or something like that to write. Not long.