scarletdistraction
The red gems glittered and glowed in the pale light, unusual in their brightness.. "Enchanted" she murmured. She looked carefully at them, but the magic was hidden from her. Unusual as well. This was powerful. They had gone to all that trouble to hide their work, and for what? A few pretty stones? It made no sense.
Her temper flared, clearing her mind. The haze that had clouding her thoughts was gone, leaving a cool desciviness the only thing in her head. Anger welled up in her heart, but she let herself calm, keeping her emotions in check. Love desire, anger, everything was colliding but she shut out the mayhem.
The cogs spin, whirring in their endless circles. The air around them hums with activity, every wheel a small yet vital piece in the workings of other small yet vital things in our world. Watch all the levers move, each gear turning its own revolution. We each have our own revolution.
The little cabin sat in the woods, completely undisturbed. The fir trees swayed in time to the wind, rabbits and squirrels hopping about on the forest floor. The occupants were rarely seen, an old woman and her daughter. They lived quiet lives, peaceful among the nature they call home.
The forest is alive. I hear the humming. They are far, but the sound pulls me along the path. Their little wings buzz along, carrying their sweet burdens back and forth. I sit and watch, witnessing one of the little joys of nature.
A dozen eggs. Perfect, round, untouched eggs. They're sitting there, on the floor of the coop. The yellow hen looks at them proudly, disguising her pride. She clucks to herself and walks away. I pick up first one, then two, then finally all of the eggs and put them in my basket. She didn't lay them all, of course, but she acts as if she did.
They run and play in the frosty grass. In the fields, they pull all the strength from the life around them and expel it in one glorious motion of joy, kicking up their heels and nipping playfully at each other.
The dancers swirled their brightly colored skirst around the floor, the red material looking like blood on the wooden floorboards. Bringing the world to justice, their movements were sinister and dark, the looks on their faces going through the motions.
I am alone. So alone. So cold. Solitary. Alone in my head. My thoughts are bumping into each other. They're cold too. It's like ice breaking off every time they crash. I can't stand it. So many shards of sharp splintering cold. I feel like i'm breaking.
I feel as messed up and all over the place as an abstract painting. I'm all swirled around inside and I have no thoughts. All my places are different and I want closure. I'm way behind in life and I have trouble catching up.
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