Friday, July 28, 2006

winter
tHe uNfOrGotTeN WiNtEr

In poetry they say the kiss of a rose upon one's grave desacrates the foye` all have become acustomed to seeing. My thoughts litter the winds that flow to the north. I sighed in a heavy resignation. `Another day yet to pass....` My eyes trailed over the patterns left in the aged wood. I trail a hand through my hair, `The snow sees no end as always. I swear I've never seen a day when beauty had been found in this cold desolate city.`

Starting from the begining, the city was a metropolis, but never bustling like those in fairy tales. Shake it, this place is a wasteland, but it works for those that are here. It hasn`t been easy, It always snows, always freezing, and everyone looks depressed and blue in the face from hypothermia. However, like I said earlier it works. Cause` in this city, as in many other we are all outcasts or those running from whatever haunts them.

Those who need a threshold or sanctuary or just a place to stay are welcome. No one can find you, the snow covers your tracks,the forests and winds push back enemies as well the fear of what lies out here in the cold. Besides being a snowy wonderland, this place has a bit of old world charm. Unlike others we stopped evolving in technology in the year 2006. To the past that date is significant, but here there is no time we stopped living for time long ago.

I traced my way through the living room to the foye` so I could watch the scene unfold outside. `The world covered in a blanket of white made everything appear so innocent.` I decided to to venture to the city for the needed supplies. Moments later I was properly dressed for the weather and made my way out of my large apartment building. Traveling the cobble stone streets and small shops on the calles seemed dreamy to a newcomer, but I have been here a while which is good you know who to avoid.

The people are all the same, we all have reason enough to be here. One thing we all share in common, is burdens. We are all privately in pain or fighting our own ghosts. The struggles seem to be like ripples on the water. Even the children you would think are pure, sadly we have all tasted bloodlust.

I stared up at the mellenium tracks and watched as a phenomenon took place. A boy stood on the platform at the very edge, his head was raised toward the sky staring with intent. We all dream of the sky, its forbidden to us because we are all trapped here on the earth.

Soon I didn`t understand why, but my body willed itself into movement as I ran toward the station.The others turned thier heads in my direction as several followed my footsteps. I wanted to do something rebelious, the station was a place where one could escape the cold if not for a moment and forget their pain. I saw the staircase come into view, something in my frozen heart flared and I wanted to run further.

I had ascended the flight of steps I saw the platform and mellenium tracks strech out before me. I stopped near the toll booth, my breath coming out in gasps. My mind felt blank as I saw the boy still standing there. I got up and ran to him before collapsing in front of his feet. The boy slowly turned to meet my face, and as if a miracle had occurred he smiled. My mind blanked and my body still numb from the cold froze in motion.

He fell to his knees and neared my face and before I had known, he whispered against my lips in warm breath `` This world makes no sense.I want to float in the forbidden sky, love.`` Somehow then, his lips collided with mine fire against ice. This was a passionate cruelty, yet like a dream I could never remember.

He moved back and stared at my newly flushed face and smiled, then spoke oncemore `` Love, meet you in the sky.`` My eyes widened at his words I was speechless. He got up and then smiled at me oncemore before stepping to the very edge of the platform and then leaping off the platform. In a sort off grace angel feathers fell with him to the earth. In the frigid cold I wanted to keep that small dream alive, never realized I had shrieked then lost everything.

When the world returned to me I was back on my charcoal leather suede sofa alone in the cold oncemore. I felt anger, I screamed at nothing and punched the cushions then burst into quiet sobs as the tears ran unchecked down my face. I never wanted to be touched by warmth.

I ran oncemore down the cobbled streets after my period of reawakened sorrow. He was still in my mind, the beauty of the sky still there in my heart. I ran across the steps and when I neared the tracks and the platform I suddenly slowed. I walked down the platform looking around, everything still was the same. Even after his miracle. I stared at the city down below, then at the sky. Something painfully foriegn yet, suttely familiar came back. From this I ran, bolted down the platform and back home.

Only sometime later did I return to the station, I stood on the platform oncemore to try to see what he saw. Then as I waltzed toward the end of the platform..I stood, then I lowered my gaze to fall upon our frigid city. With a cold sigh I leapt off the platform, stared into the forbidden sky. For the first time a smile twitched at my lips.`
``How ironic`` I whispered.


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