Jodainislame
Ashes formed in defeat, whether it be a lack of power or of old age or simply giving up. Time will make the ashes glow, lighting aflame once more until rising from them to start anew.
Brilliant diamonds hanging in the sky where dreams often linger. He watched them sparkle and dance in the sky, enjoying the coolness of the moon and her darkness. Those little lights reminded him of home, where his father would point out into the vast blackness and name each twinkle with ease.
Soft kisses taking over each fingerprint, moving down the lines in which destiny dictates. His face felt warm, he thought he might be sick, he had known the touch of a kiss but not like this.
Fresh game slung over his shoulder, a wide mirthful smile taking up his face.
"I'm home!" his voice boomed, taking the attention of the other two nearby. The young girl ran over gleefully, "Papa. you're back!" before rushing him with enough force for the large man to take pause. He smiled down at his daughter before turning his ever growing smile to the man elegantly seated on the porch, the curves of his mouth softening.
Sweet juices run down supple chins, youths laughing while taking no heed to their parents. You can look at the sky and see brighter things, oh, how sweetness can change such a cloudy day.
Death. You only come up when my time is spent in mourning, you are a symbol of what could have been, or what has passed.
When I was younger I would see many children flying kites with their parents at the parks. I always loved the designs and colors. Part of me wanted to be up there riding the breeze with the same ease.
He waited for days, others passing around him as life went on. He knew this place wasn't the right spot, he knew this was all hopeless, but there was something in the sound of lapping waves that brought him a calm. "No matter what, I'll find you again."
Light and weightless, floating ever downward within graceful flips and twists. Those watch on in awe as if some sort of beauty lies within, yet never think of that which is falling. Is it even worth hitting the bottom?
Without a frigid cold to whip nature back into place, not it is allowed to grow freely - wildly. Insects swarming, an oppressive heat threatens, never ending rain showers to constantly keep the kids muddy. One good thing was the unearthly darkness I missed last time, now spent with family.
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