Into the Unknown-Part 2

The ever-greying clouds burst out their weeping rain which, fell down as one with my own. The cool sting of the clouds woeful tears awoke a side of me that was deeply hidden in the guarding prayers of my inner mind. As gold and steel my dismays and passions mixed and melted to one. My will solidified and yet shatter altogether. I knew what I should do, what was I going to do? How could I have known the right thing to do? I was blissfully naive to the greater outer world in which surrounded me, and the world? It excluded me in my seclusive bliss. How happy I was to not know what was going on, what had been going on, what would be going on. Ever and a day they are. The more, it seems, that we change the more we stay the same. What was will happen again, what will has been before. Who are we to decide this happening. A season for everything, yet all to naught. How do the seasons change, why do I care? How is it that our world changes, but stays the same? The world lasts forever and inhabits a time from beginning to end, but what about us? We live in such a pitiful absolute presence so short that it has slipped through our grasp before we could even talk about it and never can be gained again. Its' memories burning within our minds and its' joys haunt us. What is infalibility, immortality, forever...?

How could it have reached this, war, why? Fate will tell you it was to be and cannot be altered. It seems that fate and I were ever seperate but ever mingled. The rain now was falling in the mourning sheets that drenched my very existence with a stagnant sorrow that flushed the love, the joy, the fun out of my soul. Drowning. I was drowning in a sea of misery. Surrounding me, choking me, being me. And then the ground, hard and soft. Falling. Always falling. The ground, i was in it, I was it. Black.

My eyes opened but felt as if they had been swollen by an exterior force. The grey blinded me, the grey frightened me. It seemed that my world, everything I knew had gone, as beauty turns to grey. The clouds had not ceased their lamenting and the birds, the birds who's songs had inspired and lifted the spirit to bold and noble things was a drawing elegy. The sapphire blue sky with its' whisps of shining and merging clouds were grey, void of feeling and color. The threatening clouds now blocked out totally the light that once made the village shine like gold and ivory in those days so long underappreciated. I guess you appreciate something most when it's gone.

Written By: mr penguin12
Edited By: dr henry
Coded By: Rabadzija