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i have been neglecting my journal but here is an unfinished story that i wrote...if you have any suggestions please comment...
I.
We woke up early to watch the sunset. The whole world is dead and we are locked in this beautiful box of velvet walls, a magnificent view of colors swooping around us. The soft colors playfully tumble against the bold ones. I never painted such beauty. I always felt that it would be wrong to try to recreate it when all you could do is mess it up. I don’t want to take away from it.
Soon we will be forced out of our tranquil dimension and into a world of materials. All happiness held in paper, bottles, and vials.
“I can read your mind,” she whispered. “I will never be alone again.”
Being alone doesn’t mean much to me anymore. That was before materials things didn’t matter to me. Being shy has somehow dehumanized me, making me feel like less of a person. Somehow I always manage to make myself feel like I don’t belong here. I like that feeling, that feeling of superiority when you don’t need people or things or space. I like that feeling when doing absolutely nothing makes you wonder. I like it when every thought is beautiful in its own rhythmic and musical way.
There was only one person that made me feel that same superiority as when I am alone. It is her. When I’m with her she doesn’t take away all the beauty of everything when you are living inside yourself.
II.
I saw her standing there by the oak tree that stood so bravely in a clear field. The sun was shining on her in a way that made her hair look like it was a rainbow of deep colors. She had some sort of dark and mysterious aura radiating from her as she looked down at the people that were suffocating her. She looked over my way. I imagine she was looking into my eyes but I was to afraid to make eye contact. When she wasn’t looking I would stare and as she turned her head back my way I would look past her, acting as if I was interested in some nonexistent creature lurking behind. All those mindless zombies wouldn’t stop touching her arms, which were covered in dark ink. The reached out as if they were reaching for life, to get out of the river of death, reaching so that she can pull them back into the movement of reality. I kept on staring and wondering in awe of this symbol of perfection to afraid to speak. Why is she so perfect? These people were just curious but I was intrigued and sat deep in thought. Not sure exactly what I was thinking of. I wondered her name. I wondered if she was looking at me. Maybe I even wondered if she had dyed her hair before. She was flawless in every way to me, even before I knew her. I heard a zombie speak her name to me…it was Sky.
III.
Everyday it’s just the two of us. We should be adventurers, her and me. We would have adventures in a far away land and never return until the stars show through. Then we would lie on the ground, eyes closed, speaking to each other. Her language was so easy for me to understand. Mine was for her also. We understood each other. We didn’t have to talk, all we had to do was close our eyes and breathe in the sweet smell of grass. At any given moment I would open my mouth and before I would take a breath she would say something to me. I could never remember exactly what it was. It would just be stored in my head until the next time I see her. On a particular night we went to the park. We laid down in the soft clean sand next to the monkey bars. We stared up as the trees swayed above us. It was a canvas of dark treetops, little bright specs of light showed through the open dark blue. A breeze made us chilly as we pulled our coats tighter and laid down closer together. We just laid there enjoying the night sounds as the blended with the scenery and down to us somehow making us all one. I felt whole at that moment. I didn’t wonder why I was there. The outside world didn’t exist for me.
As Sky pulled her arms behind her head I rolled over and gave her a kiss on the lips. I pulled away quickly surprised at what I just did. I hoped I wouldn’t ruin everything. I looked at her light blue eyes and the sparkled at me. I could see the whole galaxy in those eyes, the Milky Way, the big dipper, and all the stars. I think I even saw a shooting star fly across her right eye to her left. She giggled at me and got up. She started running. I got up and ran after her. We laughed like two little kids playing in the snow and I kept after her like I was playing tag. She kept running. She could run faster than me and she was getting faster and faster. I went out of the park gate and followed her all the way through the trees and into the darkness of the woods. The full moon casted rays of light through the trunks of the trees that surrounded me. I tried not to stumble or fall over the roots. I suddenly came to a stop because I didn’t have sight of her. I caught a glimpse of her while she stopped between two tree. In my mind she was a deer, her eyes wide and face pale and blank as she stared out in the night at me. I could even see the antlers coming out of her beautiful hair. She leaped away and just before she started gaining momentum I caught her. I looked at her, as I held her in my arms. She breathed hard into me and whispered strange sweet songs. I could never let her go.
I.
We woke up early to watch the sunset. The whole world is dead and we are locked in this beautiful box of velvet walls, a magnificent view of colors swooping around us. The soft colors playfully tumble against the bold ones. I never painted such beauty. I always felt that it would be wrong to try to recreate it when all you could do is mess it up. I don’t want to take away from it.
Soon we will be forced out of our tranquil dimension and into a world of materials. All happiness held in paper, bottles, and vials.
“I can read your mind,” she whispered. “I will never be alone again.”
Being alone doesn’t mean much to me anymore. That was before materials things didn’t matter to me. Being shy has somehow dehumanized me, making me feel like less of a person. Somehow I always manage to make myself feel like I don’t belong here. I like that feeling, that feeling of superiority when you don’t need people or things or space. I like that feeling when doing absolutely nothing makes you wonder. I like it when every thought is beautiful in its own rhythmic and musical way.
There was only one person that made me feel that same superiority as when I am alone. It is her. When I’m with her she doesn’t take away all the beauty of everything when you are living inside yourself.
II.
I saw her standing there by the oak tree that stood so bravely in a clear field. The sun was shining on her in a way that made her hair look like it was a rainbow of deep colors. She had some sort of dark and mysterious aura radiating from her as she looked down at the people that were suffocating her. She looked over my way. I imagine she was looking into my eyes but I was to afraid to make eye contact. When she wasn’t looking I would stare and as she turned her head back my way I would look past her, acting as if I was interested in some nonexistent creature lurking behind. All those mindless zombies wouldn’t stop touching her arms, which were covered in dark ink. The reached out as if they were reaching for life, to get out of the river of death, reaching so that she can pull them back into the movement of reality. I kept on staring and wondering in awe of this symbol of perfection to afraid to speak. Why is she so perfect? These people were just curious but I was intrigued and sat deep in thought. Not sure exactly what I was thinking of. I wondered her name. I wondered if she was looking at me. Maybe I even wondered if she had dyed her hair before. She was flawless in every way to me, even before I knew her. I heard a zombie speak her name to me…it was Sky.
III.
Everyday it’s just the two of us. We should be adventurers, her and me. We would have adventures in a far away land and never return until the stars show through. Then we would lie on the ground, eyes closed, speaking to each other. Her language was so easy for me to understand. Mine was for her also. We understood each other. We didn’t have to talk, all we had to do was close our eyes and breathe in the sweet smell of grass. At any given moment I would open my mouth and before I would take a breath she would say something to me. I could never remember exactly what it was. It would just be stored in my head until the next time I see her. On a particular night we went to the park. We laid down in the soft clean sand next to the monkey bars. We stared up as the trees swayed above us. It was a canvas of dark treetops, little bright specs of light showed through the open dark blue. A breeze made us chilly as we pulled our coats tighter and laid down closer together. We just laid there enjoying the night sounds as the blended with the scenery and down to us somehow making us all one. I felt whole at that moment. I didn’t wonder why I was there. The outside world didn’t exist for me.
As Sky pulled her arms behind her head I rolled over and gave her a kiss on the lips. I pulled away quickly surprised at what I just did. I hoped I wouldn’t ruin everything. I looked at her light blue eyes and the sparkled at me. I could see the whole galaxy in those eyes, the Milky Way, the big dipper, and all the stars. I think I even saw a shooting star fly across her right eye to her left. She giggled at me and got up. She started running. I got up and ran after her. We laughed like two little kids playing in the snow and I kept after her like I was playing tag. She kept running. She could run faster than me and she was getting faster and faster. I went out of the park gate and followed her all the way through the trees and into the darkness of the woods. The full moon casted rays of light through the trunks of the trees that surrounded me. I tried not to stumble or fall over the roots. I suddenly came to a stop because I didn’t have sight of her. I caught a glimpse of her while she stopped between two tree. In my mind she was a deer, her eyes wide and face pale and blank as she stared out in the night at me. I could even see the antlers coming out of her beautiful hair. She leaped away and just before she started gaining momentum I caught her. I looked at her, as I held her in my arms. She breathed hard into me and whispered strange sweet songs. I could never let her go.