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Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Fleeting Purity

Fleeting Purity
By: harcyMill

     Late in the night, he travels up a path and though his surroundings appear unfamiliar by shadows and solids all new, he is not lost. In this he finds comfort, for bearing memories of old can be quite helpful at times. He reaches a crossroads, but both paths seem unwelcoming, both seem crude. He no longer feels secure about the path he travels, fearing the unknown can be quite understandable. This is new, he never wandered so far away before. A thick fog emerges from distant fields, enveloping him with coldness and uncertainty. Unable to see where the two paths lead, he decides to pick neither, he proceeds to walk straight. He travels up a grassy field, as it ascends, the fog intensifies. So thick, he is unable to see any shadows or solids to guide his walk.  He knows what is behind, but is clueless to what is before him. In the depths of his mind, he is saddened by the grimness of his mundane life, for being overly traditional can be quite dull. A gust of wind rushes pass him, and the smell of the ocean fills the air, the field has now become a steep hill. With his sight no longer his companion, and hearing is fruitless in dead pastures, he relies on touch and simulations to lead him forward. As he proceeds to carry his feet a great distance, the fog finally begins to clear, his sight is restored, and he hears crashing waves beating hard against sandy shores and the rocky cliff. The rush of winds grow stronger. Before his eyes, he sees the vast, unknown ocean stretching over miles.  It would seem that he reached a dead end, his wandering ceases. No where to go, except back to his abyss of a home.  He begins to wonder, why did God cast me on this earth with strict, unyielding people? So callous, and unforgiving to my only curiosity, to the fleeting purity of a heart. If there is hope in a bright future, one should look past their existing trials. However, it is often that hope of a good future is thwarted by the cruelty of one's past, of one's repeated shortcomings. Again, he thinks, beyond me is the end, behind me is the mob of judging eyes. Why are they always so eager to strike him down and point out his flaw? His one flaw! His mind proceeds to ponder, if I take but one step forward I shall slip away and the unmerciful waters will surely crush me, that will be my end. Lacking motivation to continue life and knowing full well that no one would care if he disappears, he reaches a conclusion. He took that one step forward. His body hits the ocean, head first, he doesn't even try to swim against the waves. However, the moment he is in the water, all is calm. The wind stops, the strength of currents suddenly weaken. It would seem God above does not wish for him to perish, He grants him a second chance, some would say. Some would say that God looks to him with favor, for surviving the harshness of stormy waves. However to him, he will see it as a curse. His body is transported to the shore, a long way off from the cliff of which he chose to fall. He awakes by the light of the dawn. I live? I should have died, why can't God call me away? Everyone I know hates me, my own children look at me with scorn. For this was not his first time trying to escape, but always by chance, by nature or by the hand God, he lived. He lives and cannot die, at least not by his own hand. If only there was someone willing to take my life for me. If only I could be subjected to inescapable death. What twisted fate has given him a life of grueling surroundings? His home is where he is not loved, ever since his flesh succumbed to the soft skin of she and her friends. He makes up his mind,  if he cannot die, then he shall travel away from whence he came. I shan't return, I will find a home elsewhere, far away from all who persecute me. Early in the morning, he travels up the sandy shores along the beach and though his surroundings appear unfamiliar by shadows and solids all new, he knows where he wants to go, he is not lost.

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