Jul 06, 2005 14:12
(This ones for you)
The paths wind and crack and disappear with age, under the heavy soil. If you're lucky, you can find one that leads to the center of the garden. There, set in a stone circle, with steps and benches all around, is a bush that bears only a single flower in an age, and it's the only one of it's kind in the garden. The flower is a single brilliantly red Rose. It's thorns make no mark on anyone, because no one wishes to put their mark on it. Set up high in the dawn sky, a beacon for the sun to find the morning. Those who visit the garden are sometimes too timid to be in the presence of such a flower, for it's aura of benevolence is absolute. But those who realise it's true nature cannot help but be drawn to it, for in the face of a world of such unending horror, how can something of such unending kindness not exist?
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Somewhere is a long line of future events just waiting to exist in the present. A blasting realm for us to be in but not for a while yet. Choices were made, and fates shaped, and drinks were drunk. anyway don't consider everything that could've been, or everything you didnt, think of the grass that has yet to grow, flowers yet to bloom and die, and the years that have yet to fade with time. Obscure the past that's already been with pleasant musing of a future not yet glimpsed.