Severous Basalt
Posted on 26 September 2005 at 6:50pm by Veramii through livejournal
So complete and breathtaking as to steal all inspiration - stripped of hope and left wanting yet knowing this is everything from this day.
Laughter a distant memory, I dare not consider the merits of a flippant comment lest my façade crumble entirely.
No, I do not have the strength to speak of it, nor the desire to hold on. I fear of all the times I see from this, nothing is the same.
A place, to find, a place, I see, a place to cry in water, coloured, a place to dream no more. A world, inanimate, of only fevered insignificance, of places, near and far, that never take the pain away, that never help, just are. So secretive to take another meaning entirely - a place where I can call a home, but isn't really this. It holds no bricks or mortar, nor glass or tempered steel, nor elemental iron, calcium or lime, nor any modern conditional living we grow accustomed to. This home - this pen, becomes of me, a shelter and a haven, and yet it is, in fact, a locked room, without windows, bars, or door, and feels like perfect isolation, giving me no more solace than a house houses a breeze.
Without a refuge, exposure beckons, takes away my privacy and gives me just desserts. How often, wonders I, of times beyond the chain, and yet no strength to dream it, or imagine anymore. Time stands still here, eternal respite gone, and never hence become a bird to fly this coop of all, and yet become a freer bird than that which walks the earth.
A scarlet drop in inky depths, a surrounding shelter shrinking, in words but not indeed.
Another drop, a stream, and more - a tsunami, o so tame. Washes beneath, and fear not death, for in that instant, freedom. Smiling to myself, of dreams so unfulfilled, my façade unbroken - a gentle calm instills. The breath between the gaping red, upon which none shall spy, takes comfort in its secrecy and swears to tell no lie. It's mute unspoken words mistaken for tacit acceptance, but it cares no more. It is a rock, which shifts with sands and time but cares for neither and is no more swayed by this violent temperance than everest by a lilting breeze upon a scottish sea.