West of the East - 東 の 西 - The Endless Edition

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heya peepz, this is my first post - hope ya enjoy it
it's a bit random, but i was riding a vibe
~peace out~
∞T

東 の 西

[West of the East]

I was floating in a cloud.

The sky looked pretty nice.

I liked the idea of staring at other clouds while I lay on one.

Equality of sight; equality of sound; equality of mind; equality of beauty...

I've been told since that equality does not exist.

More like a balancing act.

The funny thing was that the whole time I was there I didn't realise my cloud wasn't actually a cloud

...but a beard.

So I shuffled around to face the face I had been neglecting, for at least 7 metaphysical years or so, and there He was - looking me in the eye, with the only eye that ever mattered... but He was not angry and simply smiled... it was a really nice day... that day.

I cannot remember when the day ended but I know what happened within it... when it... was it... no...

To segment is to cement, to fragment a past long left standing but hidden... I can say I felt love...

and it felt like a beard.

Love, not romance. Love, not alikeness. Love, not overwhelming.

Closest to? Maybe appreciation.

Who cares... it was soft and warm and smelt like existence.

Me and Him.

We got talking and liked what we heard.

We talked about life, and then more about life, and then about more life, and then about life as a journey...

It never ended until it did.

So much fun. The stories we told all came true ~so amazing~

This is what it means when someone says “awesome”...

Awe inspiring.

And was a summing up, of the moments that never ended and flowed into each one another.

Floating ghosts rested upon floating metaphors, holding yet more metaphors, flirting with hope.

Me and Him got on really well.

Our conversations were endless journeys in themselves.

“The all-mighties”

I enjoyed every moment and, most of all, our simple existence.

He was impressed by my inventive mind, quick wit and endless possibilities.

I was impressed by His beaming strength, unique abilities and endless goodwill.

We were a good team.

We were going to save the world, as soon as We created it.

We existed.

We were cool.

But within a moment - the same endless moment - We ended.

Now began my weakness in being wake. I slowly drifted into a sleep while He spoke to me softly. Reminders that He would be there when I woke... all I had to do was wake. And, of course... I didn't.

He was unfortunately destined never see this; Because, of course, I did wake.

...The lonely paradox began... as did his best friend's curse.

He drifted through the beautiful would-be sky thinking about when I would wake, and only that, soon forgetting about the beauty all around Him; the beauty that surrounded Him; the beauty We talked about with such spirit.

He came to a million-year-halt. He just stared... wondering... then wailing... the most beautiful wail. The type you can hear when you realise an existence within - that which you thought was your own - will never get the chance to 'be' again.

Or maybe more like when your other half... ends? Look harder.

The lone wolf's cry fully unrestrained; epic and unheard... well, almost.

Reality is a dream for those un-fond of their nightmarish innovations of the mind.

They would claim their thoughts were too powerful to live, but that is their weakness disseminated as sensibility in itself.

I call it a limit.

It is their weakness for not being able to control such a beautiful stallion of invisible magnitude.

It is their own disbelief at their own ability to give birth to something so magnificent and powerful... so much so that they disown their own before it is born.

It becomes a unreal reality, a non-reality, tailored from their self or the self. But I don't blame them.

Even He succumbs to this... except He had tailored Himself the strongest veil, then wrapped it around the history.

When He realised I would never wake the same way He saw me awake... His endless goodwill was chocked for an instant.

But in the reality of reality known, an instant is a lifetime, as much as it does not exist... it could not have been felt more, or by any more than it has been felt.

All due to the weakness He was never suppose to have... that of short-patience? or was it lack of faith?

Either way, those were suppose to be my problems... “You old pillock... if only I was there to bonk you on the head.”

Oh yeah, I was... I was sleepy.”

Sleeping, curled up, next to Him.

His bite wound began to bleed: the old scar from a sea-battle in the sky.

“That tricky bastard... he understood time better than me... he always did...”

He began to cry with a smile. But it was not from this seemingly simple wound... no physical pain could match his aching agony.

He cried for me while remembering the past, unwrapping it slowly.

To begin with the tears did not fall to the ground below but ran down this long face... into the epic, pure-white beard.

I lay there, sleeping still, being disintegrated by his love for me. Slowly I assimilated into this master of nothings' beard, becoming the beginning of two, then three, then many more.

As was expected... it began to rain.

Those resplendent tears weighing their way out of this old existence's partial self.

It had filtered the form into something less than that previously.

But the possibility always exists, as much as it doesn't, that it may have become 'better'; the possibility exists, as much as it doesn't, that it may have become 'worse'.

But only one thing was certain: it was wet on an island below.

On this lonely island a single animal rested.

Relegated from the sky this animal drags his grumpy existence along the grass, now mud. He had only seen this weather once before, but he had a good idea of the scale of the existence now free-falling in his direction.

His paranoia flickered then became honed, like his mind, but only of his own thoughts.

He was waiting with his head to the sky as I was soaring downwards, about to change his already altered existence.

There was a thud. With it came the full attention of the pre-existent animal.

This rain drop was much louder than those previously but nothing could be seen.

So he wondered around his island, wide-eyed, but limited to his senses.

He was desperate to find this sound, this obviously larger-than-usual existence.

But I had drifted down the river before I could be culled by the king.

His mud-splashed eyes were unhindered, his speed unmatched, his fangs so lethal... so very poisonous... but his thoughts unchallenged for millennia.

I grew while he grew in circles, curling ever more uncomfortably comfortable.

So he wondered around his island, wide-eyed... still not recognising his limit.

Me, cradled in my invisible basket, soon to be cradled by the very earth that would consume me.

He looked... and did not find.

He looked again. Then searched again. Then patrolling his island he saw nothing and grew comfortable, but in that tumorous way.

He drifted in and out of 'reality' because he could freely - call it evolution, call it a limit - and only ever thought about him and his possessions... that damned island.

The paranoia... the flames of fear engulfed him; I had never seen such a masochist.

And then one day, like all the others, I was there.

I was there in the cocoon of my latent truth, decorated by a tempting shade of red reflecting the light from above.

I was there, hanging from a branch, from an even smaller branch. I had never looked better, I thought. Reborn from the continuous life that had never died, only changed.

But the truth was I had died to the only eye that ever mattered.

The centurion of time on this God-forsaken island recognised the significance of my existence.

The recognition was too much for him to fathom. This anger began to stir, much like once before.

But he had learned from the past, and loves to indulge in the present, so decided only to watch me grow into the future.

With my growth grew his numerous thoughts of my demise.

Luckily for him, and me, it had rained a century before.

'New' life was not just mine. Everywhere was changed, adding to the ill-tempered animal's ill-temper. His hate for me unrivalled, almost; so he schemed. Sly was he, sliding through his land with a full belly. He knew his island, rolling around it regularly. He rid it of any problematic plants, but kept the best of it's produce for himself.

You never know when another rainy day may come along, right?

Like a pirate of ill-fate, he guarded all that was his, included himself - 'naturally'.

Looking only for the quickest solutions, fastest gains, easiest kills, he never enjoying a moment of the journey or his own existence.

Eventually he became a collectable for himself that he believed, naively and naturally, he had already grasped within a scaly grip.

Such an evil-pirate this misunderstood animal became. I still felt sorry for it, despite its over-whelming hate for me... but I guess that was due to fruitful thinking, or my habit of shying from the bitter.

I did not like this animal... but I could not hate it.

There was movement.

Hidden, previously, these animals unseen...

This was somewhat of a shock to the king of his own limit. But he had his rustic, yet isolated, thoughts to guide his actions. The island's master scythed his way around their necks, with perfect execution, only to whisper sweet nothings about a sweet something in my direction.

Of course there was an intervention soon after. Swift as the wind... I missed that smell.

This is when I discovered He also dislikes the island's self-proclaimed king.

Still though... I received no unreal recognition.

But it was good to see Him again instead of this island's grumpy king, or those unkempt creatures floundering in their own existence.

...

He did look a little pale though.

And there was something wrong with his right hand; Man, something was missing.

“Bleeding?”

Hmm...

Like I said, it was just really good to see Him up and about.

He'd been so quite since then...

My fate was decided, with decision. Actually it was more with multiples, in their continuous effort to continually wear me down I tried to look upwards.

I only ever saw the Sun.

So many decisions, none blind to Him, him or them - but they never talked, so they'd never know.

Before I became a-new again I laughed so hard I began to cry.

While I was being digested I could once again see that which I loved some much.

The sky was so beautiful - so I embraced this form, for an instant's self-gratification... but I soon learned it was the instant's forever there and always.

I became 'one' with these two. So here I am.

Unkempt in a somewhat drunken state.

I still exist though.

I am that part which randomly leads your face to the sky. To stare. To daydream.

It looks so awesome... humble... endless... open.

I want to float again; to converse with Him; to be One and Two at the same; to smile honestly into a face that cares about you smiling honestly.

Seeing endlessly until I get tired, then to recognise my tiredness not as necessity. I want to at least overcome it once instead of succumbing every time.

Prevalence, no? Can't buy that shit in supermarkets.

How? ....

....

...I'm still working on that one... =/

But as soon as I do I'll bottle it and sell it for free.

I want to breathe breaths for the sake of knowing the feeling, rather than the need.

-covered in warmth-

...

~yawn~

...

“That one looks pretty cool... like a lopsided rabbit...

...That one looks a bit like a race-horse... meh.”

...

“Oh! Score. It's like a school of tiny fish.”

-'click'-

...

“I don't know what that one is but it kinda looks like it has a beard...”

~stretch~

...

...

“Damn, it's gonna rain...

I hate black-beards; damn pirate clouds. They always come around and mess up all the fun...

When did you get so grumpy, Captain Cloud?”

...

“Nap time”

...

~snooze~~~

Slow as you go,

Time is the only witness here,

Become friends with it and live forever.

Loneliness, the deadliest poison ever administered,

The irony is in your best friend's faithful bonding,

and always with the best intentions.

It never goes away: just dwells in the blood you call your own.

Love life because life loves you, one way or another.

I know He's real but never existed - get over it and get into it.

Take care, but just try to care about where you take it from, what you might be taking and to whom it may 'belong'... 'coz on my island... we're all chillin', with a sense of responsibility ^_0