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"Look up." In this world there are two kinds of beauty. First, the bright, vast, blue sky envelopes the space overhead. The light blue color, as far as the eye can see, appears to travel infinitely in all directions. At any time, at all times, it remains in the same state. Or at least does until those cute, white, puffy clouds come into view. They slowly glide around. Little by little, happily, they begin to cover the blue. For the time being it is peaceful and everything seems to be fine. But in a matter of minutes, the whiteness begins to convert to a more dark appearance. All of the puffy clouds begin to converge. Then in a blink of an eye, the whole sky is covered in a thick, grey matter. Every now and then, a shimmer of light will break through. Boom. The sound of thunder rumbles across the infinite space and splash; the rain begins to pour down upon any victim not protected under a force to stop it.
Second, the sun has long been gone. Under the horizon. What is left behind is, at times, feels to be emptiness, loneliness and darkness. However, if nature permits it and if the minds do not forget, there are bright, sparkling dots covering the blackness everywhere. The stars shine down upon the world, as if giving company to any that would accept. But in some cases, the sky deceives the minds that have forgotten and hides the friendly light. Though some do not allow the blasphemy, knowing that they are always there and carefully watching. Sadly, there are those minds that become lost and forget, leaving the light to hope that someday they will look up and remember.
Scraping. The quiet, obnoxious sound rears up as it comes ever closer. "I've felt so lonely..." A large, rough hand, gripping the round, wooden piece of the top part of a chair, pulls the object quickly across a carpet floor and down a hall until it rounds a corner. Bang bang bang. "I feel lonely." A small, smooth hand is gripping the same part of a chair, quickly pulling it up a flight of wooden stairs. Creaking. The sound of a door slowly being opened takes over. "I am lonely." A pale hand with a loose grip pulls the wooden chair into a dark room and then over to shimmering object. Squeaking. "I am all alone." A slightly tan colored hand sets the chair up and the person, the hand belongs to, sits down. "Look up."
The light flashes for a split second as their eyes move up the object. Now they are looking into themselves. The reflection is almost warming and inviting to them. They are no longer alone. But there is emptiness. The small, dark circles of the eyes consume them all. The sense of falling into the void engulfs their being. The serious, straight look suddenly angers and saddens them. The hands come up and cover their faces for a few moments then they are wiped down. Their eyes open wide in surprise as the reflecting mirror comes into view once again. Shock conquers their bodies and they sit there lifelessly as a tear slowly, streams down the side of their faces.
"No one is alone, remember. The light will open the way." In this world many people feel alone. The sensation is overwhelming and cruel. Many of these individuals retreat to themselves. Their reflection, to them, is settling and nice. They no longer have to feel all alone, because in a way they are giving themselves company. But then after looking at their reflection just blankly staring back at them, the loneliness restores itself since they know that the reflection is just deceitful. No. The mirrors will no longer allow this. With the help of other worldly powers, the mirrors have been given the opportunity to change these events. Now they will reflect and shine the light into people, becoming gateways. In doing so, they will open the way for those that are being mistreated by this feeling and will relieve them of it by allowing individuals that feel the same way to be brought together. With company the feeling will be defeated or it will be merely shadowed.
Work in progress..
Loydem · Sat Apr 05, 2014 @ 10:34pm · 0 Comments |
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