March 4, 2010 - 8:55am — Alecsander
It was the great leveler.
He of all people knew this quite well.
No longer a spring fawn he toiled after the newly born as their mothers trotted elsewhere.
It was the same old story.
Some popular doe got chubby, popped out a fawn, and then four weeks later she was in la la land with daddy again and the pathetic creature was running amok in the forest being a nuisance.
Leveler.
Feh.
He'd level them sure enough.
Honestly where does it start?
When did he really become aware?
It must have obviously been quite apparent after a few weeks that this was just another one of things. Those fads that took up the life then steadily streamed downward into disappointment, toil, bitterness, and then finally the cold snap when the creeping thought shifts across mind.
"My god how have I been spending my life...? I'm going to die."
The chill up the backside and the desperate denial.
The long nights weeping and waking up in a cold sweat.
He could easily fantasize about looking down and laughing about how the simpletons fret over the inevitable...
It would claim him too eventually.
No grand super nova nor lowly rotting corpse in a petty little ornate box in the ground.
Frivolous.
No.
Probably just dumped the bodies and re-used the box.
What?
Apologies.
No..with a whimper.
With a glaring hatred of human nature and scorn for stupidity.
That really is it when it comes down to it.
He couldn't stand people.
Young people..yes he probably was one of those before.
No.
He was never a child.
Free-spirited and ignorant if anything, but never that senseless disregard for common sense that seemed to permeate in the lesser years and excuse all selfish, despicable, rude, and downright appalling behavior.
"They're just a child.."
Yes well so are half the creatures dragging their way around the forest. They think fully functioning sexual organs somehow magically transform them into an adult.
He snorted and laid his face back down on the ground. Where was this going? It had started out as some sort of steam of consciousness that quickly careening down a pathway to hell. Rhys swiveled one eye towards the sky and grumbled softly under his breath. "Why don't you just say it you flash bastard? My god you ramble.."
"Because it doesn't matter in the end.
I am dying and find little long term glee in jumping to the provocation of morons.
Would I truly be happier in the long run if I wasted precious time pointing out their shortcomings?
Child you raise hell in me.
And I put my foot down to be the better person.
God help me no one else will you cynic."
Rhys furrowed his brow a the tranquility of the forest and laid down his head for what may be a long time.
The visits were sparse.
The activity low.
The passion gone.
He felt he were failing the creator who in turn failed himself.
A perfect circle of disappointment slowly winding itself towards a definite end.
Damn, Alec...
Three times, I've read it.
There is something remarkably
... No words to describe it.
<3
Good job.
Augh I love this so much.
Thank you guys. x) I have
I have some pretty weird thought processes at 2 am.
Mmm, I love the workings of
This perplexed me to an
Seems I got left behind somewhere.
I'll catch up.
I agree that the disjointedness, the stream of consciousness quality, is indeed welcoming in its visual hostility.
As always, nice job. <3