Elsa
Dear Elsa
The darkness around here seldom frightens me anymore, it barely graces my indefinite gratification towards it's soothing presence. It's cold breath carries me through the horrific memories that haunt me still. By day, I am a victim and by night, I am god.
It is desolate, this place. It's pine-trees howl at the touch of wind, and move with grace. Just like the grass, waving in smooth, finely composed patterns.
I sought peace here. Long ago, when I still remembered yesteryear. A spirit living inside me, told me about the great wonders of nature, and infused me with rage, so that no time would come to waste. When I first laid my eyes on the blood red horizon, merging with the deep, murky water below reflecting it's grace in the most beautiful way.
I yearned to be a part of this magnificent spectra, urging my hard cynical self to free me from the shackles that restrained me. In this, I set out to mimic the singing of the waves, hammering the solid cliff face that opened up before me. Hoping that I, in some way, would be part of the harmony of that water orchestra.
My voice strained me, and left me in belief, that I was a part of something greater than mankind. Something beyond the skyscrapers and electric water-plants. The ocean called out for me, leaving me vulnerable to the touch of all that was known to me. I cried at the loss of my beloved, but in their place was peace, peace that granted me hope for a better outcome.
The heavens opened up today, glorifying my presence with beams of light, cutting through the darkness my life had adopted and nourished. Oh what a sight this was. The vast ocean revealed different colors, enhancing its raw beauty, green and blue with a shimmering of gold.
I slit my wrist, the blood approached its rightful place in the roaring abyss below. My eyes did wander across the wonderous sight that was the Aurora borealis. I fell to the to the ground. My chest pounded with pain, but my actions were just, and granted me peace at mind. All is well and no sadness must ever be.
The darkness around here seldom frightens me anymore, it barely graces my indefinite gratification towards it's soothing presence. It's cold breath carries me through the horrific memories that haunt me still. By day, I am a victim and by night, I am god.
It is desolate, this place. It's pine-trees howl at the touch of wind, and move with grace. Just like the grass, waving in smooth, finely composed patterns.
I sought peace here. Long ago, when I still remembered yesteryear. A spirit living inside me, told me about the great wonders of nature, and infused me with rage, so that no time would come to waste. When I first laid my eyes on the blood red horizon, merging with the deep, murky water below reflecting it's grace in the most beautiful way.
I yearned to be a part of this magnificent spectra, urging my hard cynical self to free me from the shackles that restrained me. In this, I set out to mimic the singing of the waves, hammering the solid cliff face that opened up before me. Hoping that I, in some way, would be part of the harmony of that water orchestra.
My voice strained me, and left me in belief, that I was a part of something greater than mankind. Something beyond the skyscrapers and electric water-plants. The ocean called out for me, leaving me vulnerable to the touch of all that was known to me. I cried at the loss of my beloved, but in their place was peace, peace that granted me hope for a better outcome.
The heavens opened up today, glorifying my presence with beams of light, cutting through the darkness my life had adopted and nourished. Oh what a sight this was. The vast ocean revealed different colors, enhancing its raw beauty, green and blue with a shimmering of gold.
I slit my wrist, the blood approached its rightful place in the roaring abyss below. My eyes did wander across the wonderous sight that was the Aurora borealis. I fell to the to the ground. My chest pounded with pain, but my actions were just, and granted me peace at mind. All is well and no sadness must ever be.