All Good Things
I had seen ashes on a blank page that night. Words that had left my being burned its smooth hide like the mighty flames that they were.
I'm sorry I couldn't stop myself. I had to let them out. There were no other options. Either I let them consume me or something else. I had merely decided on what was best for us. For You. For my wonderful future. Oh, how You had whispered it to me! I remember Your voice clearly.
I had allowed fire to rain on each line of the page. It lengthened in a snap when I reached the bottom; the urge to stop any time soon felt miles away. So I wrote more, ever so feverishly, my fingers tapping hard on the keys as if high in mad desperation. Perhaps I was during that time.
I had written the same thing over and over again. Three words and a name. Over and over, until I had reached the end of that new page. I had scrolled up to survey what I had been accomplished. I had tried to choke back tears as I did so but failed. Even they felt hot on my cheeks.
***
I see myself atop a steep cliff, on protruding land that looked like a leaning spire, and overlooking the vast blue sea that seem to spill over the horizon. I can hear the rustling of the trees from a distance. The bed of grass behind me bend with the wind's waving shape, rippling majestically almost in a water-like fashion.
I look down at the sheet of paper I was pressing against my chest. The words I wrote back then are still there, their ash colour as dark and crisp as before. Reading them now, with emotions discharged and thoughts clear, the words still ring very true to me. In my heart, I know that will never change. Perhaps one day, sir, I'll actually tell you about them. But for now...
I tilt back the paper as I lift its bottom edge toward me. I take a deep breath, put my lips together, and blow. In the wind, the words scatter into a beautiful burst of stardust.
I'm sorry I couldn't stop myself. I had to let them out. There were no other options. Either I let them consume me or something else. I had merely decided on what was best for us. For You. For my wonderful future. Oh, how You had whispered it to me! I remember Your voice clearly.
I had allowed fire to rain on each line of the page. It lengthened in a snap when I reached the bottom; the urge to stop any time soon felt miles away. So I wrote more, ever so feverishly, my fingers tapping hard on the keys as if high in mad desperation. Perhaps I was during that time.
I had written the same thing over and over again. Three words and a name. Over and over, until I had reached the end of that new page. I had scrolled up to survey what I had been accomplished. I had tried to choke back tears as I did so but failed. Even they felt hot on my cheeks.
***
I see myself atop a steep cliff, on protruding land that looked like a leaning spire, and overlooking the vast blue sea that seem to spill over the horizon. I can hear the rustling of the trees from a distance. The bed of grass behind me bend with the wind's waving shape, rippling majestically almost in a water-like fashion.
I look down at the sheet of paper I was pressing against my chest. The words I wrote back then are still there, their ash colour as dark and crisp as before. Reading them now, with emotions discharged and thoughts clear, the words still ring very true to me. In my heart, I know that will never change. Perhaps one day, sir, I'll actually tell you about them. But for now...
I tilt back the paper as I lift its bottom edge toward me. I take a deep breath, put my lips together, and blow. In the wind, the words scatter into a beautiful burst of stardust.