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02-23-2016, 05:05 PM
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Did it mean anything? That he was here, hooves planted firmly in the sand and standing before an endless expanse of blue mystery? Did each breath that whistled so carefully through his lungs and each pulse of his fragile heart have an explanation? What sort of impact could he even make on the vast timeline of the universe? He and everything he had ever known had no weight, had no purpose beneath the glare of countless stars. The entire earth could burn and shatter, fold in on itself over and over into oblivion, and it still wouldn't matter.
From dust to dust, it would all end in nothingness and it would all end in the dark.
He focused on the sand at his hooves, the tiny crystalline grains reflecting the sun on their multifaceted edges like infinitesimal diamonds. This was how he must seem to the rest of the world; a single grain of sand in the face of an entire ocean. How meaningless it all was. In a way, the lack of importance was comforting; how could the scarlet boy worry about anything when he knew of the endlessness in which he existed? How could he put the effort forth to feel anything when in the end, he was just a grain of sand?
The melodious sound of his newfound companion's voice flowed across the gap between them and Rift found himself searching absolution in her words, in her eyes, in the very breath that tied her spirit to her body.
He willed himself to step closer, to brush her side with his drooping wings, to feel the presence of another creature if only to solidify the notion that he was still here and that he was still real. They stood that way for a time, the pair of perfect strangers and the closest of hearts, he anchored to she. Warmth and comfort emanated from her mahogany form, coaxing the lanky stallion closer, promising asylum in the sanctuary of simple contact. He searched her eyes, inspected the depthless mocha-and-ivory sea that he found there before selfishly breaking the silence.
"How?"
"Where can I run where love, or it's memory, will not follow? We are haunted by the love we failed to protect."
This is something
All or nothing
All or nothing
RIFT
Did it mean anything? That he was here, hooves planted firmly in the sand and standing before an endless expanse of blue mystery? Did each breath that whistled so carefully through his lungs and each pulse of his fragile heart have an explanation? What sort of impact could he even make on the vast timeline of the universe? He and everything he had ever known had no weight, had no purpose beneath the glare of countless stars. The entire earth could burn and shatter, fold in on itself over and over into oblivion, and it still wouldn't matter.
From dust to dust, it would all end in nothingness and it would all end in the dark.
He focused on the sand at his hooves, the tiny crystalline grains reflecting the sun on their multifaceted edges like infinitesimal diamonds. This was how he must seem to the rest of the world; a single grain of sand in the face of an entire ocean. How meaningless it all was. In a way, the lack of importance was comforting; how could the scarlet boy worry about anything when he knew of the endlessness in which he existed? How could he put the effort forth to feel anything when in the end, he was just a grain of sand?
The melodious sound of his newfound companion's voice flowed across the gap between them and Rift found himself searching absolution in her words, in her eyes, in the very breath that tied her spirit to her body.
He willed himself to step closer, to brush her side with his drooping wings, to feel the presence of another creature if only to solidify the notion that he was still here and that he was still real. They stood that way for a time, the pair of perfect strangers and the closest of hearts, he anchored to she. Warmth and comfort emanated from her mahogany form, coaxing the lanky stallion closer, promising asylum in the sanctuary of simple contact. He searched her eyes, inspected the depthless mocha-and-ivory sea that he found there before selfishly breaking the silence.
"How?"
"Where can I run where love, or it's memory, will not follow? We are haunted by the love we failed to protect."
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