sj88
10-21-2008, 03:09 AM
The sky is pitch black.
And the stars stand out in sharp contrast, shining like diamonds on black velvet. They are like the lights of a city seen from afar, beautiful and promising, bringing hope to a weary traveller who has been wandering through the wilderness for far too long.
For far too long.
They ring of eternity.
The ground feels so comfortingly warm beneath me, and yet, I’m cold. I can feel the warm, little grains of sand rub against my cold, bare skin as I shift slightly. It is so quiet. And I’m all alone.
It has been two years since the war started, but it has felt like a lifetime. A lifetime of fighting, pain, death and sorrow. A lifetime seeing the people around you die: They're here one day; they're gone the next. It happens so quickly: a dazzling flash of light - gone. No shouts, no screams. No goodbyes. Just a crackling from the comms set that was just spouting cries of "He's on your tail!" or "Get him!" a moment ago.
It’s so quiet, and I'm tired. I just want to sleep.
I miss her.
An icy shard in my heart, warm tears pricking my eyes: the pain is as good as real. It hurts to even think of her. Yet, out in cold, alien space, away from the heat and excitement of battle, what you need are memories. Memories from a previous lifetime. A happier lifetime.
It was a warm, golden day. Her face was aglow, her hair a glinting gold from the setting sun. Her shy, gentle smile, her small, smooth hands in mine. The one face I have ever loved. The glistening waves crashed softly and gently on the warm, golden beach…
It’s so cold, so quiet here. So dark. Everything is devoid of colour.
Save for the stars. The windows through which eternity is glimpsed.
I know my time is almost up.
I see my ship in the distance. Wrecked, twisted and gnarled metal – the ugly work of war. Nearly embedded in it is a tree, a young, burnt, dying tree. A tree that was never meant to die so young.
I’m not afraid of dying. I just want to see her one last time before it's time to go. Just to remember. Forever. But how do you pierce through the diamond veil of time and space?
Two years seems an eternity now. I wonder if she’s still the same.
The last leaf on the dying tree falls. It falls without hurry, and with endless grace. An eternity seems to pass in the time it takes to reach the ground.
It seems as if everything has turned a deeper shade of grey.
In a few hours, everything will turn golden in the morning sun.
~
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Thanks!
And the stars stand out in sharp contrast, shining like diamonds on black velvet. They are like the lights of a city seen from afar, beautiful and promising, bringing hope to a weary traveller who has been wandering through the wilderness for far too long.
For far too long.
They ring of eternity.
The ground feels so comfortingly warm beneath me, and yet, I’m cold. I can feel the warm, little grains of sand rub against my cold, bare skin as I shift slightly. It is so quiet. And I’m all alone.
It has been two years since the war started, but it has felt like a lifetime. A lifetime of fighting, pain, death and sorrow. A lifetime seeing the people around you die: They're here one day; they're gone the next. It happens so quickly: a dazzling flash of light - gone. No shouts, no screams. No goodbyes. Just a crackling from the comms set that was just spouting cries of "He's on your tail!" or "Get him!" a moment ago.
It’s so quiet, and I'm tired. I just want to sleep.
I miss her.
An icy shard in my heart, warm tears pricking my eyes: the pain is as good as real. It hurts to even think of her. Yet, out in cold, alien space, away from the heat and excitement of battle, what you need are memories. Memories from a previous lifetime. A happier lifetime.
It was a warm, golden day. Her face was aglow, her hair a glinting gold from the setting sun. Her shy, gentle smile, her small, smooth hands in mine. The one face I have ever loved. The glistening waves crashed softly and gently on the warm, golden beach…
It’s so cold, so quiet here. So dark. Everything is devoid of colour.
Save for the stars. The windows through which eternity is glimpsed.
I know my time is almost up.
I see my ship in the distance. Wrecked, twisted and gnarled metal – the ugly work of war. Nearly embedded in it is a tree, a young, burnt, dying tree. A tree that was never meant to die so young.
I’m not afraid of dying. I just want to see her one last time before it's time to go. Just to remember. Forever. But how do you pierce through the diamond veil of time and space?
Two years seems an eternity now. I wonder if she’s still the same.
The last leaf on the dying tree falls. It falls without hurry, and with endless grace. An eternity seems to pass in the time it takes to reach the ground.
It seems as if everything has turned a deeper shade of grey.
In a few hours, everything will turn golden in the morning sun.
~
Your helpful comments, please. =)
Thanks!