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It’s peaceful up here. What light that remains bathes on the hilltops, hugging every last shrub or tree that protrudes from the shadowy outline of this curved summit. The wind caresses the trees, brushes the water, and carries leaves with its gust of promise. Despite this outlook being so full of beauty; some way, somehow, it just feels motionless, objectless…pointless.
I call out for help, like nothing was the matter.
No sanction is found from my empty prayer.
Isolated from my surroundings, still, I wait, even though I have nothing to wait for. I clasp my eyes tight, inhaling the air around me like it was a drug I longed for. A sudden rush of adrenaline blazes through my veins, throttling my existence by the throat. My eyes see nothing but a bright intoxicating light that covers my existence like cellophane. I jolt backwards, unable to hear anything but a high-pitched fizzling.
Suddenly everything before me passes by the millisecond – the dripping of rain from leaves, the rasping blusters of the wind against grass; magnified and moved almost to a position of pause. I see everything, I know everything, I understand everything. And if I don’t, I live with the promise that I will.
The flash bang of this abrupt siren rapidly descends in to a tone of darker natures. Tremors through the ground ripple, ascending my legs. These mounds and hills of which I rest begin to tumble into sub-valleys and chasms. My attention turns skywards; the stars are no longer just shards of light, but roots of life, which feed people like you or I.
Finally, releasing me with a flood of energy, I can grasp myself. I climb to my feet, and at first without even noticing, the wind carries me as if I were made of paper. Intertwining amongst trees and down as low as the sprays of the swelling water, now with more life than you could’ve ever believed. I can see things that previously I wouldn’t have contemplated.
But once again I feel myself rising up; rising. I can reach out and attempt to touch the shards of li…life…like it were a toy on the top shelf of a shop. I’m filled with an aura of love; love of life, and everything in it. Everything life is in.
God is not a person; a superior being with a mind. God is everything around us, everything inside us. God is life. Everything is projected at me, everything is suddenly so clear, but still so full of occasion. It’s almost as if I can see a new colour; something I never knew held an existence.
I can’t see clearly now the rain has gone; I can see clearly because the rain was never there.
I close my eyes; I no longer need them to see.
I’m now living in a state of complete clarity.
I call out for help, like nothing was the matter.
No sanction is found from my empty prayer.
Isolated from my surroundings, still, I wait, even though I have nothing to wait for. I clasp my eyes tight, inhaling the air around me like it was a drug I longed for. A sudden rush of adrenaline blazes through my veins, throttling my existence by the throat. My eyes see nothing but a bright intoxicating light that covers my existence like cellophane. I jolt backwards, unable to hear anything but a high-pitched fizzling.
Suddenly everything before me passes by the millisecond – the dripping of rain from leaves, the rasping blusters of the wind against grass; magnified and moved almost to a position of pause. I see everything, I know everything, I understand everything. And if I don’t, I live with the promise that I will.
The flash bang of this abrupt siren rapidly descends in to a tone of darker natures. Tremors through the ground ripple, ascending my legs. These mounds and hills of which I rest begin to tumble into sub-valleys and chasms. My attention turns skywards; the stars are no longer just shards of light, but roots of life, which feed people like you or I.
Finally, releasing me with a flood of energy, I can grasp myself. I climb to my feet, and at first without even noticing, the wind carries me as if I were made of paper. Intertwining amongst trees and down as low as the sprays of the swelling water, now with more life than you could’ve ever believed. I can see things that previously I wouldn’t have contemplated.
But once again I feel myself rising up; rising. I can reach out and attempt to touch the shards of li…life…like it were a toy on the top shelf of a shop. I’m filled with an aura of love; love of life, and everything in it. Everything life is in.
God is not a person; a superior being with a mind. God is everything around us, everything inside us. God is life. Everything is projected at me, everything is suddenly so clear, but still so full of occasion. It’s almost as if I can see a new colour; something I never knew held an existence.
I can’t see clearly now the rain has gone; I can see clearly because the rain was never there.
I close my eyes; I no longer need them to see.
I’m now living in a state of complete clarity.
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I loved the opening paragraph. I always find the wind .. um .. erotic is actually the truest description, so if you'd left it there you would have gotten my vote :D
Flowed nicely though and then you mentioned 'God' so points deducted.
Flowed nicely though and then you mentioned 'God' so points deducted.
More of a monologue than a story... the images and thoughts appealed to me. It felt genuine, and was flowingly expressed.
Very good Ashey
Nice one, son :)
Nice one, son :)
Impossible, clarity is an illusion. Nice use of words :)
It’s peaceful up here. What light that remains bathes on the hilltops, hugging every last shrub or tree that protrudes from the shadowy outline of this curved summit. The wind caresses the trees, brushes the water, and carries leaves with its gust of promise. Despite this outlook being so full of beauty; some way, somehow, it just feels motionless, objectless…pointless.
I call out for help, like nothing was the matter.
No sanction is found from my empty prayer.
Isolated from my surroundings, still, I wait, even though I have nothing to wait for. I clasp my eyes tight, inhaling the air around me like it was a drug I longed for. A sudden rush of adrenaline blazes through my veins, throttling my existence by the throat. My eyes see nothing but a bright intoxicating light that covers my existence like cellophane. I jolt backwards, unable to hear anything but a high-pitched fizzling.
Suddenly everything before me passes by the millisecond – the dripping of rain from leaves, the rasping blusters of the wind against grass; magnified and moved almost to a position of pause. I see everything, I know everything, I understand everything. And if I don’t, I live with the promise that I will.
The flash bang of this abrupt siren rapidly descends in to a tone of darker natures. Tremors through the ground ripple, ascending my legs. These mounds and hills of which I rest begin to tumble into sub-valleys and chasms. My attention turns skywards; the stars are no longer just shards of light, but roots of life, which feed people like you or I.
Finally, releasing me with a flood of energy, I can grasp myself. I climb to my feet, and at first without even noticing, the wind carries me as if I were made of paper. Intertwining amongst trees and down as low as the sprays of the swelling water, now with more life than you could’ve ever believed. I can see things that previously I wouldn’t have contemplated.
But once again I feel myself rising up; rising. I can reach out and attempt to touch the shards of li…life…like it were a toy on the top shelf of a shop. I’m filled with an aura of love; love of life, and everything in it. Everything life is in.
God is not a person; a superior being with a mind. God is everything around us, everything inside us. God is life. Everything is projected at me, everything is suddenly so clear, but still so full of occasion. It’s almost as if I can see a new colour; something I never knew held an existence.
I can’t see clearly now the rain has gone; I can see clearly because the rain was never there.
I close my eyes; I no longer need them to see.
I’m now living in a state of complete clarity.
I call out for help, like nothing was the matter.
No sanction is found from my empty prayer.
Isolated from my surroundings, still, I wait, even though I have nothing to wait for. I clasp my eyes tight, inhaling the air around me like it was a drug I longed for. A sudden rush of adrenaline blazes through my veins, throttling my existence by the throat. My eyes see nothing but a bright intoxicating light that covers my existence like cellophane. I jolt backwards, unable to hear anything but a high-pitched fizzling.
Suddenly everything before me passes by the millisecond – the dripping of rain from leaves, the rasping blusters of the wind against grass; magnified and moved almost to a position of pause. I see everything, I know everything, I understand everything. And if I don’t, I live with the promise that I will.
The flash bang of this abrupt siren rapidly descends in to a tone of darker natures. Tremors through the ground ripple, ascending my legs. These mounds and hills of which I rest begin to tumble into sub-valleys and chasms. My attention turns skywards; the stars are no longer just shards of light, but roots of life, which feed people like you or I.
Finally, releasing me with a flood of energy, I can grasp myself. I climb to my feet, and at first without even noticing, the wind carries me as if I were made of paper. Intertwining amongst trees and down as low as the sprays of the swelling water, now with more life than you could’ve ever believed. I can see things that previously I wouldn’t have contemplated.
But once again I feel myself rising up; rising. I can reach out and attempt to touch the shards of li…life…like it were a toy on the top shelf of a shop. I’m filled with an aura of love; love of life, and everything in it. Everything life is in.
God is not a person; a superior being with a mind. God is everything around us, everything inside us. God is life. Everything is projected at me, everything is suddenly so clear, but still so full of occasion. It’s almost as if I can see a new colour; something I never knew held an existence.
I can’t see clearly now the rain has gone; I can see clearly because the rain was never there.
I close my eyes; I no longer need them to see.
I’m now living in a state of complete clarity.
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