free Free. She was free, with secrets entwined in her braids twisting down her back and grazing the ground. The wind whispered and laughed into her ear, and she laughed along with it. The world was hers, and she breathed in and exhaled life. Her eyes twinkled like the onyx skies, and gazing into them was like drowning in galaxies of fun and childlike wonder.
She was only seven when she became free. The doctors said there was nothing they could do, and the world could do nothing but watch as life slowly pulsed out of her on her hospital bed, in a dreary beige room with only a small window of life.
Light from the window dappled on her cold body, but wore a blissful smile on her face.
Free. She was finally free.
o little child of mine,
do your eyes still sparkle with wonder?
is the breath in your lungs
full of life
Conversations with an old friend (during school).
You're sitting on the teacher's desk. Why the hell are you doing that? I always knew you had a funny way of acting. You observe the other students. You're eyes met mine. Hi there.
Hey, do me a favor and strike fear into the kid behind me, will you? Please. He keeps jostling my desk with his feet. I think he likes me. Sick. He smells like the inside of that nasty dresser downstairs. You know, from my aunt's house?
Why can't you make yourself visible to him? Why only me? You said before that it would be no problem. Oh yeah. We wouldn't want him screaming in the middle of class. Those eyes aren't too inviting.
C'mon, I'd love to hear him return to school the next day, claiming his house w
Life and Death
Life and Death sitting beneath a tree.
Death picks up a fallen leaf and says to life, “do you know the difference between us?” Life responds “No I do not”. Death holds the leaf in his palm and watches it turn from green to brown. Death says “You’re and easy lie and I’m the painful truth.” Life says “I still don’t know the difference between us, brother.” Death says “yes my brother, I lead only to you that is true, but you cannot exist without me, as I begin and you end and nothing would die if it did not live.” Life takes the now mulching leaf and places it on the ground, to where he takes a seed from his pocket and buries them both together. Life puts his hand on the now unearthed ground, where the ground splits and a tree, although a sapling starts to rise. Life says “both of are roles portent to one anoth
The Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edgeI – Dying
As on every Saturday, she entered the libary. Accurate to the second. Her Lord was already sitting in his green armchair at the window, a glass of wine in his hand, like always. As she made a noise, he turned his head and smiled. Like always.
„Come here, little bird“, he said, remotely waving at the red armchair in front of him. She followed his invitation, took the few steps towards him and sat down. Then she looked at him again.
His short, black hair was kind of messy, wisps of it falling over his forehead. She could see some of them slowly turning grey. The years slowly left their marks on him, turning his hair grey in a process that was very much like autumn turning the leaves of trees golden, orange and red. Slowly, and then all at once. But for now, it was still black. Also black was the leather coat he was wearing and also his shirt. As were his pants. Black. He was all cloaked in darkness. Had she before thought that he'd get old, because of his hair
The Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge IVIV – Questions and Answers
On Saturday after their diner, his Bird visited him again. In the libary, this time. He was glad they didn't forget their old habits because of one evening where it has been different. And so was she. His Bird was smiling when she came to him and took her seat, as if she were relieved that things hadn't changed at all.
The Lord was glad about their usual circumstances, too. It was easier this way. Alone with his Bird in the libary. The silence that surrounded the two of them always created the best thoughts and these thoughts, when they finally slipped out their mouthes, created the best conversations.
Today it was his to begin. „I came to ask myself a lot of things“, the Lord said. His Bird looked at him as if she expected that he'd go on. That there'd be more. „That's it“, he said, „that's the topic.“
For a little while she seemed confused but then smiled and said: „Questions.“ And she was totally right.
A glow in the darkLet me tell you something. This story isn't about anything you know. It's about something different, it's so much more as you think now. And however you say, it's all happening behind your little backs. When I stood on a hill and fought with my fears and lived between light and dark, you were at your warm home in front of a beautiful fire, burning gently in your Oven, to get warm food.
You are such a brat, your pure existence scared me.
I hated being around you all. And so I went to the Hills.
Where no life is found, and no one ever existed.
It was so cold around here, just I wanted to feel right now and I wanted to FUCKING being alone, and NO I didn't wanted you to follow me.
Either way, you did, you followed the witch into the woods, through the stream and the ice-cold mountains and snow storms.
I never knew why you should do this. But you ruined it all.
You bloody Idiot. You ruined it all, and I didn't even kill you.
When you looked at me through the storms, why did you hide?
I am n
It appears you don't have PDF support in this web browser. Download PDF