Post by .b.utterfly on Jul 28, 2006 16:31:12 GMT -5
I am but one mind in a world of millions. Why am I special? Because I have my own mind, because I think; not so. No one is special. Special is but a word in a million words. The air was chilly here right before sunrise. It seemed so deserted, so dangerous. My daggers were light against the shabby walls like walking on sheets of paper. Tip the scale and the pile will slide. It was beautiful. I enjoyed looking for speed, a drug in human terms and I do mean just that.
The wind lashed my mask, the higher I got, blearing my vision. I became blind to the trail as it winded along the unstable feet. My white nostrils curled at the scent of a mountain lion. The scent was stale, but nonetheless. I wiped the thought away with a dry eraser and started over with a clean sheet of white.
The ledge gave way to a wide branch. The path ended here, unless I wished suicide, to continue up the thin wire path. Blades of rock hung over the small cliff. I stood comfortable against the wind. It beckoned to me, but I was deaf to its call. Ears shifted back on my head, I could not take the whistle any more. Eyes gazed across the landscape. Freedom everywhere, but not to me. It was like peering over an exotic island only to find it was inhabited by cannibals, the end of my vacation no doubt. I stifled a chuckle and my grin remained wide across my face. I breathed in the air. So fresh and untouched. Enjoy it I say!
The sunrise was beautiful. The night escaped through the cracks in the ceiling like an old painting. The sky was on fire. I feared the trees themselves would stick out to high and catch a blaze, then where would this beauty flee too? Was their any ship to take it away? I feared that the beauty would fade with the rain.
Seeing a stallion, I cautiously cantered up to him. \Lo\ I spoke, breath forming a cloud and then disappearing. \Thy calling be Virtue\ I smiled. \And thou would be Helios, would thou not?\ I asked quietly, thy beauty so radiant.
The wind lashed my mask, the higher I got, blearing my vision. I became blind to the trail as it winded along the unstable feet. My white nostrils curled at the scent of a mountain lion. The scent was stale, but nonetheless. I wiped the thought away with a dry eraser and started over with a clean sheet of white.
The ledge gave way to a wide branch. The path ended here, unless I wished suicide, to continue up the thin wire path. Blades of rock hung over the small cliff. I stood comfortable against the wind. It beckoned to me, but I was deaf to its call. Ears shifted back on my head, I could not take the whistle any more. Eyes gazed across the landscape. Freedom everywhere, but not to me. It was like peering over an exotic island only to find it was inhabited by cannibals, the end of my vacation no doubt. I stifled a chuckle and my grin remained wide across my face. I breathed in the air. So fresh and untouched. Enjoy it I say!
The sunrise was beautiful. The night escaped through the cracks in the ceiling like an old painting. The sky was on fire. I feared the trees themselves would stick out to high and catch a blaze, then where would this beauty flee too? Was their any ship to take it away? I feared that the beauty would fade with the rain.
Seeing a stallion, I cautiously cantered up to him. \Lo\ I spoke, breath forming a cloud and then disappearing. \Thy calling be Virtue\ I smiled. \And thou would be Helios, would thou not?\ I asked quietly, thy beauty so radiant.