July 28, 2009 - 3:13pm — Seed
((Yeah, this one will be edited, perhaps even with pictures...But Seed just gave me a pretty strong bit of monologue here, so I had to include it.))
I awoke to find Lemon, who I had awoken specifically to find, asleep. I sat down beside her, and tried very hard, very hard, not to think. I don't like where idle thoughts take me these days. Perhaps I am just feeling lonely, and when reliable, repeated company is restored, these thoughts will vanish like mist in the hot sun.
I really do hope so. I would do anything for certainty. So I thought about fog that inflates like a mood, blows like a thought, colorless -- save for the pale, bright color of rain or wind -- without regard for time or gravity. It is like a cloak, clapsed by clouds that block out the sun. It is the breath of a herd of deer, frozen in the cold air, and moving in waves as they breathe.
After a time, it occured to me that things are not right: nothing was moving right save the fog and myself. Once or twice, I leave Lemon to go look at deer that are running in place, or standing perfectly still. I knew I am trapped in the place between dreaming and waking, though I felt well awake. I began to panic a little. I wonder -- wondered -- if this is the way of the twin gods to make me face my thoughts, my fears, my doubts (and they are all one in the same now.) Even the trees, who chatter faintly as a raindrop backdrop to my own thoughts, were silent as the dead.
I am cold; that is what I told myself as I shivered. I am just cold.
I couldn't stand it much longer, after that, and left.
More later, assuming things return to normal later today.
That was beautiful! I'm
I'm so jealous of your ability to write so beautifully!
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Also, thank you ^^ You're very good yourself.
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