The BeGinNiNg
So here it is...my very first post. Let's see how long this fascination with words lasts.
I decided I should start it off with the piece that ignited my creative spark. The piece that shoved me into the writing world and then straight into the realm of blogs. So here's to a new beginning!
*clinking of champagne glasses minus the bubbly*
It’s surprising how emotions can subsume you completely. At times, lifting your spirits till you feel the birds flying at your heels and summoning you to migrate with them to the south, and at other times, pulling you into its darkest most profound depths to places that hold you hostage. To places that wont let you escape and keep pulling you further within.
The stench of anger is strongest here and the feel of fear powerful enough to consume you. Scalding winds of hate blow with no relief in sight, piercing every inch of the body with tiny bullets of envy.
A sense of void.
The more time you spend here the more you feel like ripping and shedding your devious snake-like skin off. A constant struggle dominates to rid your venom-filled heart of all the poison that devours you and will one day demolish the very foundation of the building your life depends on. Ropes of anguish wrap themselves around trespassing feet like intertwined strings of seaweed and pull the rancid carcasses to the very bottom of the endless abyss.
Revenge is sweet but the taste of blood stings every miniscule taste bud in your mouth until your tongue pleads for release from the torture.
Sweet torture.
As the tears of acid roll down mold encrusted faces from swollen eyes, the shadows of death watch with satisfaction and do their dance of desire. Their formless figures emanate the heat of frustration as mindless souls surrender to the insatiable hunger for pain.
All is in turmoil. All hope is lost and the chances of recovery are bleak.
A slight sparkle catches the attention of the creature of the sinister underworld. It glimmers slightly at first and then, without any warning, a beam of purity shoots through the obscurity. The chains of intensity start melting in a second as hope and content filter back into the atmosphere through the cavity in the sky, transforming everything they touch on their path. The streetlights on the road to recovery flicker back to life separating reality from simulation. The spellbound victims of despair are gifted with another chance: A chance to right the wrong. Just like in fairy tales, the day has been saved again by the heroes and normality salvages the remnants of its throne, aspiring to return it to the zenith of its glory.
The right to breathe has been reinstated.
The stench of anger is strongest here and the feel of fear powerful enough to consume you. Scalding winds of hate blow with no relief in sight, piercing every inch of the body with tiny bullets of envy.
A sense of void.
The more time you spend here the more you feel like ripping and shedding your devious snake-like skin off. A constant struggle dominates to rid your venom-filled heart of all the poison that devours you and will one day demolish the very foundation of the building your life depends on. Ropes of anguish wrap themselves around trespassing feet like intertwined strings of seaweed and pull the rancid carcasses to the very bottom of the endless abyss.
Revenge is sweet but the taste of blood stings every miniscule taste bud in your mouth until your tongue pleads for release from the torture.
Sweet torture.
As the tears of acid roll down mold encrusted faces from swollen eyes, the shadows of death watch with satisfaction and do their dance of desire. Their formless figures emanate the heat of frustration as mindless souls surrender to the insatiable hunger for pain.
All is in turmoil. All hope is lost and the chances of recovery are bleak.
A slight sparkle catches the attention of the creature of the sinister underworld. It glimmers slightly at first and then, without any warning, a beam of purity shoots through the obscurity. The chains of intensity start melting in a second as hope and content filter back into the atmosphere through the cavity in the sky, transforming everything they touch on their path. The streetlights on the road to recovery flicker back to life separating reality from simulation. The spellbound victims of despair are gifted with another chance: A chance to right the wrong. Just like in fairy tales, the day has been saved again by the heroes and normality salvages the remnants of its throne, aspiring to return it to the zenith of its glory.
The right to breathe has been reinstated.
A little heavy? maybe...hey it was my first piece! :D
posted by MiMi @ 23:47
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