Monday, May 11, 2009

Firth Scribe: Candle Light

A candle can only lead you so far in a pathway of darkness, before it runs out. If you cherish it... The pain, burn and scar before it leaves marks not the last of hope.

Imagine... being in a dark place...trying to open your eyes, but..it’s already open. There’s no sense of touch, just the light cold breeze on your fingertips. Frozen ice trickles your back while warm salty drops runs down your cheeks. Your heart..it left you in a state of endless grief and anger. Every gush of wind whispers sounds of death in your ears. You are left with...nothing but an imagination of hope. Time has lost all meaning to you as this suffering is eternal. Your soul tells you to die..it wants to leave this wretched body, every fibre in your body tells you to listen to it...but...something, some indescribable factor holds you back, just giving you that small amount of hope, that brief moment that’s enough for you to carry on just a little more, but not enough to save you... You suffer more, screaming on the inside while no one hears you... You run, scared and disorientated you just keep running..trying to escape the fear, you run so fast but even your hardest effort doesn’t change a thing...Finally, you collapse...only to re awaken trying to open your eyes again....

-Time, the most valuable thing..no one can ever get back..or change...

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