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I am the storm, the beast is the eye.
And this place is about to be sullied by his words.
Every memory will be stained by his works.
Then I will have to blaze it into ashes,
I will have to run, again.
"Because it feels small inside this skin. But if I close my eyes I can feel as big as the sky, I can listen to the river crying through it.
I can feel vast, and maybe,
A little free?"
You traveled through time, back to the past, to observe her journey. You wanted to oversee how she became you.
You saw the small thorn wounds she poorly tried to patch up. The pushes that became hits then turned into scars. Made into fragments of herself, lost slowly, one by one to the river of time.
Then she couldn't even remember why just the thorns of a rose would frighten her, why she would cower at the echoes of laughters.
You saw it, when she convinced herself that she was strong enough, that she needed no one, until she became you.
It all played before your eyes, like a short movie. You did not pity her, you wanted to embrace a Lily trying not to wither.
Alas, you were still the coward she is.
And it was not long until she realized how weak she was, how much she needed you.
You were inevitably late, vulnerable to inveitable change, but you still arrived.
What to make of it?
You were here, it was something, better than nothing.
Maybe now, she wouldn't have to be so alone.
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There's just way too many of them out there, no?
There's just way too many weary, dreary souls; more than the world can handle, isn't there?
You know there was this one time, when you were screaming, flaming, feeding your words and tales to those who demanded them.
The time when your were bound to their desires and hunger, when your scars were theirs to savour.
That one time, when he came with his axe, breaking the chains together with your soul apart.
The one time you were hesitant to take his hand.
It was just that one time, an episode of the cycle. No matter how it turned and switched, it was you.
You were the one living it, you still are.
So don't stop, as foolish as that might be, don't stop.
"Of course, only a big child like yourself would wear the chains she abhors so much with a sky piercing pride.
And only a child like yourself would choose to conceal the words you adore so much, and use them as a blade against no one but yourself.
Only you, would hide behind a curtain of ashes from those you cherish the most and take a shelter of silence.
Only you, a child full of ego, would listen to me and pretend to deny me."
Holy.. I'm so sorry that was mistake. For the 26 of you who saw, I'm terribly sorry for that nameless forward.
A soft pat of her hand on your cold cheek assured you. So your body let itself relax into her lap, where your heavy head nested. Her palm moved to caress the scars embroidered on your face, neck and arms. The tingling warmth of her fingertips soothed the pain and slowly distilled it out of your body.
The comfort blew bubbles in your spine, making the cold quiver away. Her other hand cleared the tangles of your hair from your face, her thumb quietly sealing all the thorns into shy rose petals on your lips.
She started to sing. Her voice was mellow and light, driving the dreads from your head and out of your tiptoes. It was a refreshing, sincere tune, like a single sun ray breaking free from the clouds.
There were no words in her melody, but rather random vocals composed and knit together into a beautiful blanket covering your shadows away. Those whimsical sounds still cradled timid meanings in their arms, finally putting your heart to sleep.
You knew you still had to wake up later. But at that moment, it didn't matter. That's what her lullaby told you, it taught you that it's alright to close your eyes. So you surrendered your thoughts to the darkness pillow, embracing the last memory of her smile like a cuddle toy.
"Good night." The guardian mumbled, with that mystic, serene smile.
#JE (continuation to the post above)
The wind carried the silence of the graves behind you to your ears, as you stood on the edge of your escape cliff. Your gaze embraced the rumbling waves beneath you, and they replied with faint splashes on your cheeks.
The clouds of the night mimicked the conundrums in your mind with a roaring thunder, and it was not long before the sky opened its doors to heavy rain.
So heavy, just like your eyelids. It caught up, the weight of everything caught up to you. Lethargy joined hands with the water droplets to make a bed out of your eyelashes, so heavy. Wouldn't it be more polite to greet mother ocean up close?
But, but, if you fell asleep now, if you fell now…
Oh no, you couldn't stop it, your knees shivered, and your consciousness waved you goodbye. As if your body decided to ride the gravity train without your consent. A fear of plummeting washed over you,
You didn't fall. Why? You didn't have strength to stand, nor enough thoughts. So why wouldn't you fall?
Your closed eyes couldn't see the answer, your numb limbs couldn't feel it either. But your ears caught a faint whisper,
Like a single firefly in the deepest cave of the forest, you heard it. So you forced your eyes open, but the blurry rain curtain wouldn't let you see more than one serene smile.
It's her, your petite guardian.
"You can rest now," she assured.
All you have to do is be prepared,
Be ready to smile,
Ready to be genuine, to be kind.
Ready to have patience.
(Do not be greedy, take what is given to you. Then give what you can.)
All you have to do is to wait, all you have to do is to