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Her mind became as still as the air in a spiralled seashell, for if one were to put an ear to her soul, they would have heard naught but the echoing of wind as it brushed against the confines of her psyche. The ghost voices, as distant as they had been before, had ventured closer and extended their gauzy tendrils towards her, but she shrank away, closing herself off. If a simple thought, albeit a deep one, could do this to a mind once filled with neon lights and pounding music, what would these unascertained voices do? Were those beguiling whispers an enticement back into light, or seduction into perpetual darkness? The devil known is more definite than the angel unknown, she decided, but the state she had lost herself in was so foreign, so alien, that she could not distinguish devil from angel. Was there such a thing in this place? A right, a wrong? Ah, well, this is a price a wandering mind must pay when it has wandered out of reach. Was it too far, though? Or had it been too close? Too close, perhaps, to something best left undisturbed?
Keeping those musings close, she curtained the windows to her soul, as she envisioned the thought that had led her astray. She beheld the bright yellow lump of clay, stationary in its rusted cage in the pitch darkness of the abyss. She welled up inside of the clay and filled every nook of it with her energy, pushing outward until a muscled leg could be discerned, a long muzzle, and then in a flash of light, she became a great golden horse, rearing up and tossing her head in defiance of her prison. Strength emanated from her body, and the cage became nothing more than a petty hindrance as the iron bars were rent apart beneath the merciless force of gold-shod hooves. She freed herself of the jail and galloped aimlessly through the eternal night. She pricked up her ears when the faraway sound of frenzied thoughts could be heard, murmuring and grating like the hustle and bustle of a distant city.
From her hulking, flaxen-furred shoulders sprouted wings of feathered fire, and they carried her towards the ocean of ruminations with a mind of their own. She felt the magnetic pull of her freed thoughts calling to her, inviting her to bathe in the shimmering sea they had formed, to regain the liveliness of her once-lit mind, and her inhibitions were shed on the shores of uncertainty as she frolicked in the frothy waves of memories. They seeped through her coat and into her skin, settling on the floor of her inner self like the soundless fall of snow, coating her heart in the glitter of their glory. She lost her footing on the sea's floor, and was swept away in the soup of considerations, consumed by her thoughts, her wings of flame extinguished by the blood of her fancies.
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 chai high · Sun Dec 06, 2009 @ 12:46am · 0 Comments |
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