ancestral recall (re-edition)
this is not my world.
i've been travelling through the worlds for so long that i can say no more which is my own world. many of them, i've made them myself. and from them, i have fled. for fear, for boredom, never for the simple pleasure of travelling. i could never stay in the same world too long.
this one, it isn't of my creation. i've just fled from my last and most magnificient creation. and i've wandered through the timeless void that separates entire universe until i grew aware of this great forest. i don't even know where it came from.
it feels as if i'm standing in a wide graveyard lost under the canopy. like the trees themselves, gray tombstones erupt from the ground, from the soil covered by a thin veil of cold and pure water. a ghostly mist floats over the surface, as if it was made of the souls of the long dead. i can feel it, slowly surrounding me like a gentle and seductive touch. it makes me remember. above, suspended on the trees' branches, thousands of small candles are suspended, burning with eternal fire. they cut through the darkess. they warm my face. they comfort my soul. they make me dream.
now, i do know.
i know why i came here. i know why i've walked this enchanted forest until i reached this place. i know not why have i fled my own world - but i know why i ended up here. right here.
this world, see, is a mirror of myself. i've lost myself in the woods, only to find me in this sanctuary. i am divided between the mists down here, and the light above and beyond. within the mist lie the ghosts of my former wold, beautiful and joyful, that i loved as i loved no other before... and that i lost. yet it seems to want me back. i can feel it sometimes, shifting between a moment when it holds me, and another, when it casts me aside. the little candles above are the light of the unknown, of a world that calls me, and yet i've never seen it. it wants me. and i feel as if i've always dreamed about it, but was powerless to create it myself.
i stare at both with empty eyes. i stand in a dead end; i can go no further. the choice is, at last, revealed. it is time to fight, either for what i know or for the unknown.
i do know know the outcome of this struggle. all i know is, tonight, and only tonight, the future of both worlds lies in my hands.
i've been travelling through the worlds for so long that i can say no more which is my own world. many of them, i've made them myself. and from them, i have fled. for fear, for boredom, never for the simple pleasure of travelling. i could never stay in the same world too long.
this one, it isn't of my creation. i've just fled from my last and most magnificient creation. and i've wandered through the timeless void that separates entire universe until i grew aware of this great forest. i don't even know where it came from.
it feels as if i'm standing in a wide graveyard lost under the canopy. like the trees themselves, gray tombstones erupt from the ground, from the soil covered by a thin veil of cold and pure water. a ghostly mist floats over the surface, as if it was made of the souls of the long dead. i can feel it, slowly surrounding me like a gentle and seductive touch. it makes me remember. above, suspended on the trees' branches, thousands of small candles are suspended, burning with eternal fire. they cut through the darkess. they warm my face. they comfort my soul. they make me dream.
now, i do know.
i know why i came here. i know why i've walked this enchanted forest until i reached this place. i know not why have i fled my own world - but i know why i ended up here. right here.
this world, see, is a mirror of myself. i've lost myself in the woods, only to find me in this sanctuary. i am divided between the mists down here, and the light above and beyond. within the mist lie the ghosts of my former wold, beautiful and joyful, that i loved as i loved no other before... and that i lost. yet it seems to want me back. i can feel it sometimes, shifting between a moment when it holds me, and another, when it casts me aside. the little candles above are the light of the unknown, of a world that calls me, and yet i've never seen it. it wants me. and i feel as if i've always dreamed about it, but was powerless to create it myself.
i stare at both with empty eyes. i stand in a dead end; i can go no further. the choice is, at last, revealed. it is time to fight, either for what i know or for the unknown.
i do know know the outcome of this struggle. all i know is, tonight, and only tonight, the future of both worlds lies in my hands.
written almost four years ago.
four? jesus, times flies fast.
it was published in my previous blog,
which is not online any more.
i'm being nostalgic, am i not?
four? jesus, times flies fast.
it was published in my previous blog,
which is not online any more.
i'm being nostalgic, am i not?
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