Saturday, January 13, 2007
There he was, the one lone soul by the water. There and then, he felt truly free, for his was the true world, the one true world free from all its complexities and vanities.
Ease was the one thing that filled his mind, for he knew none was watching him. Silence seemed to be his one true companion, shielding him from the harsh verities of life.
Slowly, he allowed himself to sink deeper into the depths of the freezing waters. The distant playing of a piano was the only sound there was, creating a subtle yet electrified atmosphere. Deeper and deeper he sank, surrendering his very body and soul to the freezing depths…
He knew then, that he was experiencing the most beautiful event in the entirety of this world, the event that was nature exhibiting itself in its most splendid and purest of form [Flashback to the scene from “American Beauty” of a bag being blown around by the wind]. All that filled his mind were the raindrops that seemed to fall with lives of their own, virtually dripping and falling from every point in the sky. They seemed to dance along the water’s surface, before finally dissolving into oblivion…
He put his lips against his bare arm, feeling the tingly sensation of the coolness of his skin- almost a kiss that he’d always hoped for. Realization crept in, a realization that he won’t give to be anywhere else in the world, just him and his thoughts, for silence was his master. He knew he had to abandon the world he knew before in order to be free, for he was trapped deep in the dungeons of his mind, a harsh dimension to the world he lived in…
Deeper still he sank, allowing himself to be one with the coldness, yet he knew that though his surroundings were physically cold, there still remained a spark of humanity, of realization in him, a spark that provided for a embracing warmth deep with his soul that conquered all.
It has been said that our eyes are the windows to our souls, yet he knew that a certain sparkle (much unlike the sparkle one would find from the eyes of an amazed child), had long since disappeared from his soul…
A wave of serenity swept over him, almost tremulous and tender in it’s longing for a human soul. As he took in each lungful of the wintry air, he knew that the only place on earth where he could find solace was right there, with a dragonfly, a bee and ants as confidantes. The coldness made him numb, but He loved the coldness, for it wiped out the pain…
“Beauty can be found where we open our minds…”
I passed The Point Of No Return at
12:00 AM
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