These violent days will bring violent thoughts and violent ends.
His head hung low as he marched pass the brigade of strangers. A scene that he played a role in many times.. the outcast, the misunderstood. One would think after having lived thru so many of these wonderous lifetimes he would be acclimatized to it, but he never is. The same anguish still fills him, the racing heart, his cold stare.
That is how it always ends for him but somehow with every new him, he imagines a different ending. Ever the optimist, was what a good friend had told him a few hundred years back. That was when the earth still seemed brand new , now everytime he opened his eyes to a new generation it seemed dirtier than before and he could never understand why.
There was something different this time. He didn’t want to sleep again. He wanted see the end of a different story and not just his. The dark hair and olive skin that filled his senses was overwhelming. He had lived so long and seen so many before and no one could hold his gaze. Her deep brown eyes that seemed to peer within his eternal existence filled him and her sent was hypnotizing. The awkward existence of this infernal creature had bewitched his peace.
Lily…..
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Darkness fill me and I can find no light… who am i?
Expressionless she stood waiting for what she knew the end would be. A stranger to the grey area inbetween the light and the dark no longer. Things were simple before. Life, live, love, laugh, death. The blindness that plagues mankind no longer infected her and this gift that she could not return was bearing down. This place was home and this time was the perfect sunrise.
Hiding between the drones of strangers. Lost in a place known as home. Would she ever be at home again. Trying to escape the madness of the mob she felt trapped in the hordes. Every move and every breath seemed to tighten the pseudo grasp. Look up.. when everything seems to be closing in on you look up. The words echoing through her.
His voice inside her breathing her breath, his heart beating with each thud of hers. You are me and I am you.
Fixated on the image infront of her. The dark eyes and Sunkist skin. The tortured appearance. The hidden knowledge that seemed to span lifetimes beyond. His life, his love, his death. Captured in a moment that could never last. The sweet intoxicating scent of him.
Aiónia kataraméni…