Darkness and Blindness
2011-8-1 13:51
The minute I started to observe the world, it appeared to be a complete darkness in which the leaves, snowflakes, and the beauty of the girls could not be seen.
It was just me, always, and some noise around.
I walked, crawled, and runned as there would be an end, or at least a wall to stop me. I moved forward because hopefully I could enjoy the peace of rest on the other side of this darkness. Maybe deep down light was badly craved for.
I felt the world by touching, even thorns pricked into my skins; it wouldn't matter, blood was dark, seeming pleasant coz the same to the darkness around, no more horrible red.
It was strong loyalty. My loyalty to the world, the dark one.
It was trust. Even under my skin no longer hid a stranger, coz skin was pierced and the blood inside was familiar with the world. Nerves trusted it.
I doubted nothing.
It had been long time since the running began. Happily, freely, and with no burden.
Till I fell one day.There was something in front. Then a shadow.
Red, was seen. Broken skins. Pain.
I knew what to face.
Everything was vividly scary, or maybe horribly colorful.
All of a sudden, the light was too intense to blind me.
Nothing again.
But now I feel the ugliness, afraid of moving my step, and keep my arms.
Things are things belonging to things. Loyalty is nowhere to stay.
Blindness detroys loyalty. The darkness is to blame for indulging trust.
Flashlight is needed for searching. And it is shut and dropped.
Finally, all is abandoned.
The minute I started to observe the world, it appeared to be a complete darkness in which the leaves, snowflakes, and the beauty of the girls could not be seen.
It was just me, always, and some noise around.
I walked, crawled, and runned as there would be an end, or at least a wall to stop me. I moved forward because hopefully I could enjoy the peace of rest on the other side of this darkness. Maybe deep down light was badly craved for.
I felt the world by touching, even thorns pricked into my skins; it wouldn't matter, blood was dark, seeming pleasant coz the same to the darkness around, no more horrible red.
It was strong loyalty. My loyalty to the world, the dark one.
It was trust. Even under my skin no longer hid a stranger, coz skin was pierced and the blood inside was familiar with the world. Nerves trusted it.
I doubted nothing.
It had been long time since the running began. Happily, freely, and with no burden.
Till I fell one day.There was something in front. Then a shadow.
Red, was seen. Broken skins. Pain.
I knew what to face.
Everything was vividly scary, or maybe horribly colorful.
All of a sudden, the light was too intense to blind me.
Nothing again.
But now I feel the ugliness, afraid of moving my step, and keep my arms.
Things are things belonging to things. Loyalty is nowhere to stay.
Blindness detroys loyalty. The darkness is to blame for indulging trust.
Flashlight is needed for searching. And it is shut and dropped.
Finally, all is abandoned.
