2005-04-01
Wide Meadows Swallow Things Whole...

"I was wrong," she whispered as she dropped off the concrete wall. "Of course I was wrong."

She shook her head gently, daisy petals raining down from her self made crown and surveyed the empty meadows stretched in every direction around her.

"No sense of direction in this land," She murmered. "Just the concrete wall, seperating past and future. Present melding into every direction the future can take."

Her eyes strained as she stood there, as if she were looking for someone.

"No one. Two, but since when is that enough?"

She shivered as a wind picked up to blow the clouds in. Clouds again. This was why so little grew in her meadows. The weather was violent, harsh, constantly changing. Nothing could take root. Everything was dandelion spores growing on the wind anyway. There was something about her that repelled those gentle dandelion spores. They'd brush against her bare arms every now and then, just to say hi, then blow away to make a home somewhere else.

"That's how they all are. Yep. Come and go. Nothing to see there. Too quiet. Too still. Too cold.

Just afraid though. Really just afraid. Come and warm me."

She looked up in desperation at the sun for a moment before the wind chased the clouds into the sky to settle before his face.

She sighed. "My fault."

She turned her head slowly down, until her eyes fell upon the creek. She glided to it slowly, as she always did, in a sleepy haze.

She looked down into the clear water, trying to focus on her purpose, but her thoughts spun instead.

Ophelia drowned. Narcissus saw himself...he drowned too. Babbling brooks. Cliche. Beautiful. Don't bring such death.

"Nonsense."

She got up and turned away, walked two steps, tossed herself onto the ground and opened her eyes wide as the rain began to trickle down.

Blink.

Blink.

Blink against the falling drops. Too cooling.

Chills.

Parted coral lips catching up the moisture. Unsated still.

"Sun. Sun. Sun sun sun sun sun sun sun. Sun."

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