Celluloid can never come close

Sep 19, 2005 23:00

A bat glides over silently - not at all like in the movies.
You stare up into the night sky; no black veil, but a navy sheet with clouds o' purple, reflecting the artificial light of a thousand street lamps from a town you've left behind. The intermittent roars of lone cars tear through the distant muggy air - like lost souls screaming for salvation - as they race through the wasteland that you once called 'home'.
You descend. You descend and it's all lost to you. You're lost to it.

The valley shields your ears... casts shadow over your eyes... it protects you from that world. And you embrace it. Shielded by oblivion, hidden in the true dark, you feel yourself shatter. You shatter in a way no-one could ever notice... no-one but her.
She stands atop the ridge and her gaze rebuilds you, uniting everything that was ever good in you. You rise anew; a being weaker than you've ever been before, but stronger... as a part of one whole.

So you climb. You climb towards the only true light you've ever seen.
And you're terrified.
And even when you can see that wicked little town once more, you're still lost to it.
And she touches you.
And she's your salvation - just like in the movies.
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