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The Coldest Pains.
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 Created on 6-25-07
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A silent descent crept over my spirits; it was a blizzard all right. The air was motionless and laden with a portent cold. Snow fell listlessly across the ephemeral fall colors, turning vivacious morning sunbeams into meager amplifiers of the frozen scene. The neighborhood was calm and hushed, as though the blizzard had trapped this definitive moment of helplessness. There was no wind, no whirr of trees or hustle of fleeting dead leaves; there was absolutely no motion. I felt somewhat incongruous making my way through the snowfall toward my car. Snow-hidden remnants of the fall crunched heavily beneath every heartfelt step, and I felt as though I were floundering atop the wholesale murder of an entire season. The snowfall was a ghost sliding uninvited through the backdoor of intuition. It made me feel tired. What exactly had I said to him last night? The bitnerness wouldn't go away.
Breathe it in. We had become two helpless shipmates fatally trapped within the impending wreckage of their beloved vessel. There could be nothing left behind; we merely lived to share the most of great beauty and wonderment, while managing to forfeit our grace by the hand of our impetous selves. We endured the most contemptible gestures, afflicted upon one another, for some momentary or transitory purpose. Such was our nature; unwittingly destructive toward one another, while impassioned to combat the daily syndromes of a society so wholly struck to the callous detachment from love and truth. Our greatest strength, the cohesive nature of our aims, had but cursed us toward the very pains of the heart and mind.
He was somewhere, behind the hail of snow and the fury of the cold, beyond the silence; he was still out there. This was the fight, the very fight of our lives.
Breathe it in. We had become two helpless shipmates fatally trapped within the impending wreckage of their beloved vessel. There could be nothing left behind; we merely lived to share the most of great beauty and wonderment, while managing to forfeit our grace by the hand of our impetous selves. We endured the most contemptible gestures, afflicted upon one another, for some momentary or transitory purpose. Such was our nature; unwittingly destructive toward one another, while impassioned to combat the daily syndromes of a society so wholly struck to the callous detachment from love and truth. Our greatest strength, the cohesive nature of our aims, had but cursed us toward the very pains of the heart and mind.
He was somewhere, behind the hail of snow and the fury of the cold, beyond the silence; he was still out there. This was the fight, the very fight of our lives.
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Please Login to post comments| On July 24th 2007 stics917 Said : | |
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this is sweet dude |
| On July 23rd 2007 XxEMOxBITCHxX Said : | |
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I like it! very good discription! |
| On June 27th 2007 darkmatters Said : | |
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...more. i like so far. |
