Long time, no see, huh? Sorry 'bout that--Real life snuck up and bit me in the ankles. ;) BAD LIFE. No biscuit.
Anywho...I actually wrote something today...it's kind of depressing and alot mournful, but it might be worth the read. I intended it for iyissekiwa's Fog challenge, but I didn't get it done in time, so eh. :)
Enjoy!
-Ash
Too much cloud and not enough sun, she thought, searching the skies above her. The sun was yellow, wasn't it? A bright, glaring, soulful shade of vitality that it hurt to recall, much like the brilliant, bonding shades of crimson or the lambent glow of snowy nothingness. For a time, she'd wished to fall into darkness, away from the colors that blinded her with tears. It seemed the skies had heard her plea.
Clouds filled the gloomy sky, shading the earth in somber tones and hues of mourning, hiding the brilliance of the sun like a jealous lover. The world around her, however, fell not to grief, but allowed the clouds their passage through the skies knowing that the sun would follow--had always followed--the windblown clouds.
A bitter sound escaped her throat, tasting of irony and bile. The world knew, the world moved on, and yet she would not.
She could remember color, but couldn't see it—just as she could remember warmth but couldn't feel it, could remember joy, but could never feel its glow upon her soul. Her entire existence had turned to grays; the not-quite-there shades of nothingness. She wondered if her soul had turned black—the color of shadow, the absence of light….
…The absence of love.