Loneliness, Solitude, Flight.
...and you're lonely as never before. The world dims out, steps falter, speech slurs, and you're falling. Like a small spec being taken away by the cascade, descending harshly into a deep ravine, where you await your fate that you seem to have resigned to, even if it never existed. You can no longer see clearly through the cataract but thoughts fly through the mind. Muddled thoughts. Complete incoherence brought upon by fear and desolation - you give up after much effort, and almost call it a day.
The fall is long and slow, as long as it takes a whole second to elapse, but what exists of the sense of time, now that the end seems so close. You realizeyou can no longer breathe, and you start to drown in you own fear, your own remorse. You suffer from isolation, and your loneliness grows steadily and rapidly.
You keep thinking about your loneliness, making efforts to keep thoughts unclouded, thinking about what sparked it, and why its now lead to such a state. You find no answers, the thread has been long lost. The world is now coming rapidly at you, while past struggles to keep on. The past, what got you here. What's happening to me, you think. And again. It only leads to more confusion.
Realizing there is no hope of understanding, you let go of your past. Strangely though, the world slows down suddenly. The cataract clears, and the loneliness becomes solitude. You feel a remote calm, a refreshing pride, and a tingling excitement. You almost hit the bottom of the ravine but you catch yourself with wings you never knew you had. With a brief look back you rise, and rise, and the solitude is now one of sheer happiness, of pride, joy, and passion.
And suddenly the solitude disappears, and you feel one with the whole world. You elevate yourself with the new found wings and take flight to a new destiny, one that you will change with every flap...
The fall is long and slow, as long as it takes a whole second to elapse, but what exists of the sense of time, now that the end seems so close. You realizeyou can no longer breathe, and you start to drown in you own fear, your own remorse. You suffer from isolation, and your loneliness grows steadily and rapidly.
You keep thinking about your loneliness, making efforts to keep thoughts unclouded, thinking about what sparked it, and why its now lead to such a state. You find no answers, the thread has been long lost. The world is now coming rapidly at you, while past struggles to keep on. The past, what got you here. What's happening to me, you think. And again. It only leads to more confusion.
Realizing there is no hope of understanding, you let go of your past. Strangely though, the world slows down suddenly. The cataract clears, and the loneliness becomes solitude. You feel a remote calm, a refreshing pride, and a tingling excitement. You almost hit the bottom of the ravine but you catch yourself with wings you never knew you had. With a brief look back you rise, and rise, and the solitude is now one of sheer happiness, of pride, joy, and passion.
And suddenly the solitude disappears, and you feel one with the whole world. You elevate yourself with the new found wings and take flight to a new destiny, one that you will change with every flap...
posted by PLD at 11:21 PM
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