| [ |
mood |
| |
enchanted. |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
time ticking away. |
] |
once upon a time there was a little girl.
she lived in her childish lonesome for most of her life, under the strict and boring perfectionist example of her grandmother. her dad didn't care, her mom had disappeared.
one day her dad decided to take her, and whisk her off into his magical fairytale land of a beautiful new life with a caring and wonderful wife and new son. the little girl resisted. she knew about all the stories of witches casting spells on lonely men, just so they could become their personal servants, to do as they wished. she knew this woman was not just an ordinary wife.
years and years passed under this way of life. or maybe death. beautiful encounters were snatched away from her one by one-- to protect her. but she knew better. she knew how to protect herself.
one day she fell in love. at least she felt it was love at the time. it was a new experience, and it felt better than all the times she had told her father she loved him and he said nothing in reply. like she had said nothing at all. this boy would duel a dragon, and walk miles and miles through the rain with a single red rose from his father's ancient garden, just to stand outside her window and wait for her to notice he was there. just to give her that rose.
and more years passed. their lives fell together and apart again and again. they traveled to far away lands and experienced the romances of ancient cultures set upon the high cliffs of the sea and were enchanted by the melodies of train tracks clicking away the time with each board. the love was there, each time, but something was missing.
neither could put a finger on it. so they kept trying. the efforts became futile, and what once was love became a sour untangible medley of suffering and passion... it was all or nothing. life became dull, the icy grip of winter on their tired hearts kept them frozen in time-- not feeling nor caring, just letting the beauty of the snowflakes dance out of reach of their tangled mass of consciousness. they lay still beneath the surface of spring, waiting to break free. neither would say what they desired for themselves for fear of hurting the other.
one day everything changed. they saw into each others eyes-- the image mirrored back into their own eyes was not what they had once known before. this love they had once believed in was no longer sincere to their true nature they had both grown into. the little girl and little boy were now a woman and man, and saw each other in different light. they said to each other:
"there's no use in me trying to change who you are, you've got your path, i've got my own."
and there it ended. no second thoughts. no looking back. it was forward from there.
and the woman looked in the mirror and said, "i'm still that little girl deep inside."
thoughts swirled around her new found freedom, where it was going to take her, what dreams she would pursue, how exciting this all would be. she found the love and peace she had been seeking in the arms of another, right there in her very own heart. the love that shined from her growing light captivated and triggered the actions and thoughts of those around her. some thought she was stupid, some thought she was immature, some thougt she was just crazy. few listened. few were awakened.
she thought about love again. how it made her wonder why she thought all of what she had once considered was love, seemed to become an illusion... she thought it existed. she thought it could be real. but why would it trick her like that?
she reflected back on a day she had spoken to a very wise being. the woman had told her,"see and acknowledge your thoughts, and let them go." she had understood it at the time, but it seemed like a silly proposition. she told herself, "i want to know love." and she let it go.
life started again at it's usual humming pace and she forgot about love. in it's entirety. she focused on the matters at hand. she forgot about the past. she forgot about the future. she was awakened to the sounds of the birds chattering in the tree tops and the rain beating down on the spring grass. the ice had all melted away, and time began to let the sun shine it's warm smile on the woman's back-- raw from finally pulling away the burdensome yoke of duty's weight. she was light and free. nothing, and no being.
she noticed something strange happening, from being awake. since the monotonous grey of repetitive motions had been wiped away, new things began to take place. the crow cawing on the corner no longer was just a cry, it was a sign. she began to objectively see the choices perfectly splayed in front of her. it all became reasonable, logistical, sensible. and the signs were all pointing her very obviously in one direction. it was to love.
and there she found it. in a park by the sea, under the singing trees, in a patch of lucky clovers, with a sunflower haze floating about her. the man in her dreams was now in waking life, projected to her by the gods, by the heavens, by love itself. they each played the other a song. they laid beneath the trees and listened to the winds whispering the secrets of lovers, long untold, both understanding because time had taught them this universal language, and they began to orchestrate the symphony of the winds with the magical baton their ancient tree had gifted them. time waited for them to catch up, for their rhythyms to beat together, for them to know it was just the beginning, for them to realize this wasn't at all just a dream.
how could they deny this sort of perfection? how could they deny such an intimate collaboration of opposites? how could they deny such a love??? they waited a lot less longer than they ever even thought they would, it was just a blink of an eye after they had manifested their desires... it was as if someone had taken a puzzle and thrown it on the ground and all of the pieces fell exactly into place. or taking a hundred dice, pouring them on the table and rolling a one on each individual die. the dreams the woman had recorded in her past literally had come true, the lyrics the man had written in his song, with no intention just days before, had come to life and perfectly made sense. neither had experienced anything like it.
and it was just the beginning.
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
theywillsayno's journal
