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[OPEN] like a dark paradise

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11-13-2015, 06:31 PM

let me kiss you in the pouring rain</style>
cause you and I, we were born to die</style>

It has been some time since I fell into this world, and in that time the illness has only grown worse. Weeks flash past in an unrecognizable haze of mornings and evenings, hunger and pain. On fragile limbs I wander, heedless to the hazards of this land, seeking my only solace, the inevitability of Death. Since my birth I have waited for Him to arrive; and now seems an opportune time, as I stagger unclaimed through dazzling clouds, lost and abandoned and without a soul to carry my troubles. Will you come now, lover, and take me into your dark embrace? I am ready, I think, as the nights grow colder and the days grow long. I am ready, as my body grows weaker and my breathing grows hoarse.

I am ready, I think as I lay my body down, no longer capable of wielding its weight. It is astounding I have gotten this far, though perhaps it is not so far after all. I have little concept of this brave new world, the Helovia I fell into when the Rift was torn apart.

I am somewhere cold, and lush- quite lovely, really. It is a shame I shall never explore it, never dance beneath the sunlight which pierces my eyes through lowered lids. The scent of tundra floats cheerily on an afternoon breeze. I can hear bees, and smell flowers, and I sigh deeply with a quiet content, ignoring the aching of my every bone. Not for the first time I wonder if I am dead, if this is the afterlife, if I am being tested by my Lord- a bittersweet idea. There is so much I should have liked to accomplish before dying. 

Alas, it is too late now. I hear his hoofprints coming, crunching distinctly through the dry tundra grass. What will He look like, my elusive betrothed? So many images have formed in my mind, yet I know that none can ever measure up. Even now I do not open my eyes, though anticipation flutters in my fragile heart. Will He be gentle? Will He be rough? Is He capable of loving meas I love Him- yes, I love Him, as much as I avoid coming face to face with my love. For I love the world, too, love sunlight and springtime and flowers, love running up mountains and swimming through rivers. And the day He comes to claim me, I know that I shall lose this world forever.

I am not ready for that, not yet.

I am not strong enough for Him yet.

I open my eyes, but do not turn my head. He is behind me, always behind me, a physical presence, a promise of what my future holds. "Please," I whisper into the eternity we are destined to share. "I think I should like to live a little longer still."

It is up to Him, now, because I am His, but a part of me prays He will understand. After all, we have forever; this world is a mayfly, compared to the one I shall soon share with him. Sore muscles work to press into the ground, shifting my prone form that I might successfully turn around and, a smile on my lips, face my Death.


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like a dark paradise - by Esk - 11-13-2015, 06:31 PM
RE: like a dark paradise - by Sialia - 11-13-2015, 09:15 PM

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