very sleepy so iam just blabbering something thats stuck in my head
He took to the night dunes forgetting more and more and with every wisp of sand he went gently mad. He wandered and wandered, but looked for nothing. He traveled far and meandered endlessly until he was no more a man but a creature. Nothing was found not in a place but within himself, little did he know that nothing was always near everything. In the mirages of hope and desire his humanity clung, like a lost boy to his mothers knee, he continued on, shaking off his heart like the wet burning sand of a desert storm he forgot but never let go.
This perpetual stranger was lost between the sea of sand and the antarctic tundras.
a little boy with a well for a heart and mercury for blood made wishes none would hear for he had no hands to hold them, no hands to draw them. with black eyes that went no further then their reflection, what would one see in a perpetual stranger's eyes?
if
he took to the burning days of sunlight and headed for the sea
what would be next and who would he be and what of his crew where would they be?
 Arayza · Tue Mar 16, 2010 @ 11:20am · 0 Comments |
