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robinblokeAs usual, I have no idea where this came from.
I had a dream.
My eyes opened and the world moved around me like a hazy memory of the walking dead. Distance was amplified beyond all measure, but everyone was still so close. Coldness and solitude clawed at me, made me shiver, made me feel as if the whole world was empty. But the sight from my eyes was so very real, of people moving, talking, speaking, laughing and crying. But this was all locked away. Then I realized it was not the people who were far away, it was myself. Locked in my own little bubble of self that was floating between the statues I watched. A statue myself whilst to them I was all gray and nothingness. I saw eyes without depth, faces without feeling, mouths without smiles and the chill bit deeper into my bones.
Everything was so cold. But, so ordered. So quiet. No fire, no passion, no hate, no love. Everything was just there, just as it was needed. But stasis gripped this world. The statues watched me with the gray and pale eyes and I realized in a moment that I had blinked and my world was now theirs, and all my feeling was once again inside me. Mile upon mile I travelled, floating above a uninspiring world of patience and order. Clocks ticking away like heartbeats sounding each moment closer to the end. They did not care, they did not feel. They just did, did and were.
Sadness flooded through me as I heard a distant echo of a voice whisper to my mind "Is this all that you wanted?". I felt wetness on my cheek and knew that below me they were without soul, without direction, just endless numbers of drones pacing the same steps every day over and over to the same places at the same time for the same things. Same. All the same. Individuality was seeping away like water through a crack in a dam.
But it was so quiet, so peaceful. Was this the price for which it had to exist; was this the lesson he was trying to teach me? I knew then I had so much to learn - I had thought myself so wise, so wonderful, so sure that this was the answer. But the stark reality of what it had done made me feel as if a child once more, eyes opening to learn and listen anew.
A ripple flooded out around me, a wave of reality washing over the world and with it the colour, the... life and passions of the world. And yes, with it the peace fled and the world was fire and conflict once again. Sadness struck me and my tears fell over and over bathing the ground below where I flew in the pure essence of water.
I looked up to the sky and unfolded my wings to ascend, the lesson was there.
I had a dream.
My eyes opened and the world moved around me like a hazy memory of the walking dead. Distance was amplified beyond all measure, but everyone was still so close. Coldness and solitude clawed at me, made me shiver, made me feel as if the whole world was empty. But the sight from my eyes was so very real, of people moving, talking, speaking, laughing and crying. But this was all locked away. Then I realized it was not the people who were far away, it was myself. Locked in my own little bubble of self that was floating between the statues I watched. A statue myself whilst to them I was all gray and nothingness. I saw eyes without depth, faces without feeling, mouths without smiles and the chill bit deeper into my bones.
Everything was so cold. But, so ordered. So quiet. No fire, no passion, no hate, no love. Everything was just there, just as it was needed. But stasis gripped this world. The statues watched me with the gray and pale eyes and I realized in a moment that I had blinked and my world was now theirs, and all my feeling was once again inside me. Mile upon mile I travelled, floating above a uninspiring world of patience and order. Clocks ticking away like heartbeats sounding each moment closer to the end. They did not care, they did not feel. They just did, did and were.
Sadness flooded through me as I heard a distant echo of a voice whisper to my mind "Is this all that you wanted?". I felt wetness on my cheek and knew that below me they were without soul, without direction, just endless numbers of drones pacing the same steps every day over and over to the same places at the same time for the same things. Same. All the same. Individuality was seeping away like water through a crack in a dam.
But it was so quiet, so peaceful. Was this the price for which it had to exist; was this the lesson he was trying to teach me? I knew then I had so much to learn - I had thought myself so wise, so wonderful, so sure that this was the answer. But the stark reality of what it had done made me feel as if a child once more, eyes opening to learn and listen anew.
A ripple flooded out around me, a wave of reality washing over the world and with it the colour, the... life and passions of the world. And yes, with it the peace fled and the world was fire and conflict once again. Sadness struck me and my tears fell over and over bathing the ground below where I flew in the pure essence of water.
I looked up to the sky and unfolded my wings to ascend, the lesson was there.
