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05-20-2015, 10:12 PM
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NARCISSUS
THERE LIES HIS CROWN IN WATER DEEP
You wouldn't notice until you were half way through because after so long trees all resembled one another. Trees were just...trees. There was no shape or reason for them and it seemed like such a precise design. Put here that no matter from which way you came it all came to a point here and it was after miles traveled. It was a funnel for the wanderer and everyone knows after so long the wandering stop paying attention to where their feet go. It is merely one foot before the other. Narcissus only managed to pull himself from looking to completely like some lost dog. Lifted his head and only after staring for so long - with having nothing else his mind could focus on did he realize the shape. He was already half-way in by the time he actually noticed and he laughed. How convenient. And what use was there to turn back? None ever wanted to go back the way they came. Narcissus was accused of many things , took part in more though none were ever that of foolishness. It was a one way road down the funnel. He moved like a predator and not the pray animal nature had made him. To many years being the aggressor perhaps , to long replacing natures instinct with another for survival. Molded his instincts after another - borrowed them in a sense. Horned head hung low at an odd angle that was a habit never broken. A sub-conscious physical form he didn't even know his body formed. Remembered and conformed to - muscle memory. One eye seemingly doing it all , taking it in from both sides while the other stayed tucked away just like the side of his face. |
