Thursday, January 18, 2007
moshi moshi, dd!
its story time!
tonight, this is a story by Crimson Tears.
His past flashed across him as if films played randomly, repeating themselves to him. No matter how he tries to shut them, he just couldn't. The wind whispered into his ears, as peace filled him. There is no rustling of anything. He could not feel anything, all around him were of emptiness, he is, but, in his own world. A world where he would call heaven.
His life has never been such a mess before, the peace of which he had never learnt to appreciate, he is now grateful. Tilting his head towards the night sky, he took a few deep breaths. Gazing at the little diamonds in the sky, he tilted his head further back, the belle of night seem to smile at him as if knowingly. Somehow, from within he feel that he was not as freed as he thought he would be.
“It doesn’t matter anyways…” he thought. Shutting his eyes, he released all that was within the broken cage. They flowed; they flowed like waters in streams, rushing to the open seas and oceans. They flowed within his veins and he could feel them. It felt strange; it was not like anything he ever felt before. He wanted to stop them from flowing, but then he decided against it. Clenching his fist as he bit lips, he stood, facing the lunar beau with his eyes tightly shut. Then everything engulfed him.
The waters whelmed behind his eyes, like anything, they too have limits. As the volume exceeds the limitation of the ocean, which he held behind those eyes, eyes of which he kept shut all this time, it turned into a waterfall, a fall like a broken dam. They were not what he had expected, but he made no motion of trying to cease it. They flowed freely, like a natural waterfall would.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, clenching his fist tighter than before; so much so that his fingernails cut into his palms, causing rubies to fall like raindrops, he let out a scream. The beautiful city night-lights shined blurrily through the little river between him and whatever he could see. Lights, buildings, everything, were of distorted form, just like him and his life.
Lighting flashed in the night skies, thunder roared. Then he smiled. A smile so broken as he is. Nonetheless, he smiled. Taking a step forward, he felt himself plunging; plunging into a world he knows not where. The wind gushed at him rather than the initial gentle whispers. Tears fell behind him like unthreaded beads. As if the night beau of the skies was sadden by his foolishness, it rained. The rain gradually increased, so much so that by now, there is no difference between his tears and that of the night’s belle. It is as if they share the same tears.
Before he could have any more thoughts, before he could smile again. His world went pitch black. Blood flowed from him like molten rubies. The remaining waters behind him flowed then came to a stop. Within his clenched fist was a piece of note stained by his rubies. Upon it were few simple words and they read as the follows; “Sorry for loving you, please forgive me for I do not control my own feelings, I hope, he loves you better than I did and will ever do. I Love You."
-by Crimson Tears
uh huh dd,
thats all for tonight,
goodnites dd,
nites nites.
