05-23-2018, 04:46 PM
Flying
is learning how to throw yourself at the ground
and miss
is learning how to throw yourself at the ground
and miss
His world was dark. Shades of red and black and gray swirled around him as the walls tightened around him. Bathed in the warmth of his den he had no desire to leave besides the aching of his neck as the walls had slowly closed in upon him. Day by day he felt the constraints of his world tighten as he grew. The only sounds known to him were that of a melodic beating that pulsed in time to the shades of red as they raced around him. There was also a voice to accompany the darkness. Sweet and lyrical it often time talked to him, or so he thought it did. Llowell, it often times hummed and he liked that word best of all. Whenever the sweet voice spoke that word there was a love buried beneath the chords of her vocals.
The pushing had grown more insistent now. The walls narrowed, and he felt the very tip of him break through into the void. It didn’t take long for the rest of him to follow suit and, quick as the blinking of an eye (or, at least that’s how it felt to him) he was free.
Sliding onto a soft pillow of grass he lay there as his body shook with the exhaustion of his journey. His body was coated in a sticky wet residue. He was out and although he was blinded due to the bright light he strained against his heavy eyelids. Just behind him he felt a familiar warm presence. The smell that wafted off her shiny white coat filled him with comfort as he grapple with his new reality. There was a second smell accompanied with the familiar one. Musty and harsh against his nostrils he flinched away, the voice inside of him urging him to flee closer behind the glossy figure beside him. He wanted her, he realized. And he knew he had to get to her.
The pushing had grown more insistent now. The walls narrowed, and he felt the very tip of him break through into the void. It didn’t take long for the rest of him to follow suit and, quick as the blinking of an eye (or, at least that’s how it felt to him) he was free.
Sliding onto a soft pillow of grass he lay there as his body shook with the exhaustion of his journey. His body was coated in a sticky wet residue. He was out and although he was blinded due to the bright light he strained against his heavy eyelids. Just behind him he felt a familiar warm presence. The smell that wafted off her shiny white coat filled him with comfort as he grapple with his new reality. There was a second smell accompanied with the familiar one. Musty and harsh against his nostrils he flinched away, the voice inside of him urging him to flee closer behind the glossy figure beside him. He wanted her, he realized. And he knew he had to get to her.
Llowell
@[Ilma] @[Svedka]