Paradigm
By : Osiris
-one-
“For this school has come to be all
too small for her in inexplicable wanderings. Thus, the soul wanders further
and further whilst her body was forced to take t he same paths again and again,
or let that her body move so slow, so slow that the naked eyes could not remain
for she seemed all too still to be moving, indeed too still to be alive”
-two-
“Would laughter be so shallow now?
What was before the tinkling human sound of bells, transfigured into an empty,
hallow cry that befits tears rather than smiles? Should the laughter be empty,
the soul even more, what of the aspect being laughed
of? Equally empty, half-empty or full with simply the appearance of empty?”
-three-
“Do not look for me when I am
missing. Do not chase after me should you see me depart. Do not cry out for me
should I be too far. For I tell you that all you can see, touch, listen to, is
a hallow soul. A hallow, dead soul that has learned to act after years of
adaptation. In this aspect, I am merely sleeping and some other soul has come
and is living my life for me whilst my soul wanders. Where does my soul wander?
A question I often ask myself. For vague memories only put forth islands of
desert-storms and a sea of blue-green tears, with tornadoes of whirlwind-like
ferocity that consists of nothing but emotions; of smattering of pinpoint
thunder and icy pinpricks of the piercing painful chill whose only legacy is an
empty heart and soul. So my soul is now wandering, look not for me in mine
eyes. Long have I gone from here, perhaps, never to return.”