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[televisions]

show me your inspiration.

Comment this post with a picture that inspires you. It can be an image of anything at all, as long as it inspires you somehow. I'll write a (very) short piece about it for you.

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[glados]

[televisions]

When the wind blew, rough and angry, we clung to home for safety and bristled against one another for comfort. We knew we were not for the wind to carry away to foreign lands. We were meant for something higher, something extraordinary. We were destined to depart in a blaze of glory.

The breeze was often calm, however, and we spent most of our days chattering amongst ourselves, admiring the vibrant signs of life around us. Our relations floated by sometimes to visit for a short while before continuing on their journeys. They were much larger than we were, and destined to grow for many years longer. They would not shade us, but they would shade and watch over our descendants, our future generations.

More than anything else, we would dream. Our fates were all the same fate, and we had no need to be explicit about our daydreams with one another. We waited for our day to come, we wondered who would fulfil us.

And so we passed the time.

The day chosen for us dawned like any other, the sky above blue-grey and the grass around us glistening with dew in the delicate sunlight. We must have glistened, too. The breeze that day was warm, and the sun rose slowly until we basked in the fullness of its heat, drying into the morning.

She came for us, laughing and full of joy. Her steps were light and she flashed in the sun with her movements. It happened so quickly, but we felt everything with agonizing detail. Two fingers closed around the stem of our home and with a small tug we were free, tearing and cracking barely audibly. We were lifted, the sudden height dizzying but thrilling, we were so close--!

Pink lips pursed and parted, we shivered as one when she blew, her breath soft and delicate but firmly uprooting us from home. Some of us were airborne immediately, a few us of struggled, and she had to blow again before they finally wrenched free of home to join us on the wind.

We carried her wish in our soft cotton and in our hard shells, floating on the currents to find the place to plant her hopes.