I took a pretty little walk, to do some gardening you know? The grass was green and fresh, I could smell the rain as it hit the scorching black pitch. I got high.
The scenery made me want to cry. Surrounded in greenery, huge lucious trees, a border of bamboo. I feel like...like I could describe anything! No lacking in words, the colours and much rare earth to drown in. The scent so real, so vivid, it's lustre undeniable, glossy shade of green!
I pick the longest twig I could find, sit here ready to devour it. I devour it's life, it's breath, it's colour, it's scent, it's beauty, it's uniqueness.
So much beauty, so much life in a lifeless twig.
I smell it. Smell it's nearness, it's aloneness, it's perfection. It reminds me of fresh salad. Cold, edible, fragile, wilting.
It reminds me of my solitude, my dependability on the living. It brings me face to face with death. Jaws snapping at my flesh, my face...absolute inevitable destruction and everlasting pain.
It reminds me of life. It all begins with the root, soft, wet, fresh, vulnerable. Through the middle, it turns to a delicious green....then a depressing brown..
It's fatness thins out and I encounter a break in the once fertile twig. Shall I break it here? End it's life shortly, swiftly..end all suffering and pain?
Live or DIE! Kill or BE KILLED! Do it or SUFFER! ....It seems these are our choices whether we like it or not.
We lengthen, thin out, wither and thankfull, finally we die....It seems this is life...
...and the precious sweet smelling twig that I hold in my hand!
The scenery made me want to cry. Surrounded in greenery, huge lucious trees, a border of bamboo. I feel like...like I could describe anything! No lacking in words, the colours and much rare earth to drown in. The scent so real, so vivid, it's lustre undeniable, glossy shade of green!
I pick the longest twig I could find, sit here ready to devour it. I devour it's life, it's breath, it's colour, it's scent, it's beauty, it's uniqueness.
So much beauty, so much life in a lifeless twig.
I smell it. Smell it's nearness, it's aloneness, it's perfection. It reminds me of fresh salad. Cold, edible, fragile, wilting.
It reminds me of my solitude, my dependability on the living. It brings me face to face with death. Jaws snapping at my flesh, my face...absolute inevitable destruction and everlasting pain.
It reminds me of life. It all begins with the root, soft, wet, fresh, vulnerable. Through the middle, it turns to a delicious green....then a depressing brown..
It's fatness thins out and I encounter a break in the once fertile twig. Shall I break it here? End it's life shortly, swiftly..end all suffering and pain?
Live or DIE! Kill or BE KILLED! Do it or SUFFER! ....It seems these are our choices whether we like it or not.
We lengthen, thin out, wither and thankfull, finally we die....It seems this is life...
...and the precious sweet smelling twig that I hold in my hand!
2 comments:
This is very, very GOOD!
Thank you aka :)
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