Feb 03, 2009 23:28
Even on bright sunny days, they could feel sad. Not that the day was bright sunny day. Nor would it be tomorrow.
The rise and fall of the rhythm would keep the mind from thinking. Storing it in the hollow space was easiest so that it could be forgotten and that life could go on. It would come up at a later date, like it all did before. When that happened history would repeat, except the remorse would be less and shell stronger. It would appear harder and colder with ridges not unlike the shells on a northern beaches.
She wasn't a stranger in this land, but the land seemed stranger each time she came back, the one beyond it fading each time. Like the ones who left never never land, the inevitable would come and there would be no going back. The seeds that were sown so many years ago had taken deep root and had blossomed into a tangle that didn't mix with the pretty landscape. Blazing a path, the tangle had a mind of its own and would leave its destruction. But it was just a plant after all, they have life but no thought. They reach the sunlight any way they can.