Post by Angie on May 6, 2007 12:42:09 GMT -5
I'm not sure what type of work you would label this as if I ever finished it, but I've been planning on writing this for years, so I figured I'd get a snippet of it out today. This may seem kind of random and probably doesn't make much sense in places, but hopefully someday I'll add more to it and tie it all together. Oh, and this isn't fiction. ;D
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I’d given up on finding it - I’d convinced myself it didn’t exist. It was time to make the best of the situation.
I always felt so isolated there, claustrophobic, even. I’d always wanted out, and it broke my heart to come to the realization that this was my only home forever, trapped with all the bad things, searching for good things that were often all hidden. Not to mention the confusion and surprises. And the things I couldn't control.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not horrible or anything. I just need the option to spread my wings.
My only outlets are my senses, but that’s like looking through a thick, fogged window whose lock is rusted shut. Someday I may feel freer, but I’ll never be completely broken of the chains I make. Alas, that is life.
I lied down, closed my eyes, and stepped out of the viewing room - it was time for me to come inside for some exploration, meditation, and rest. It was always interesting to see what I would walk into when I stepped through the doorway; it was always changing, depending on what was on my conscious and subconscious or what was wanting to be born.
This particular time it was a balcony, looking down on a road a few feet below. The path’s beginning was about an acre away, and my vision was a little blurred trying to look at that part of it. After it’s start, it went a short way to the right, and then turned at a right angle to head toward me, curved slightly in some places, and made another abrupt change in direction to head to the left and come under my feet. Standing on the balcony with a wall behind me and to my left, I couldn’t see where the road headed after that, but I could see hints of an upcoming turn not far off.
Along the street there were many signs with words, dates, or messages inscribed on them. Most of them were too far off for me to see properly, but I looked down at once that was still being made. It said “Transition to-”. I smiled in satisfaction; it had said “Transit-” that last time I’d looked at it. Then I smiled in apprehension. Oh boy.
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This part is pretty short, so I'll probably write another passage pretty soon. . .
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I’d given up on finding it - I’d convinced myself it didn’t exist. It was time to make the best of the situation.
I always felt so isolated there, claustrophobic, even. I’d always wanted out, and it broke my heart to come to the realization that this was my only home forever, trapped with all the bad things, searching for good things that were often all hidden. Not to mention the confusion and surprises. And the things I couldn't control.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not horrible or anything. I just need the option to spread my wings.
My only outlets are my senses, but that’s like looking through a thick, fogged window whose lock is rusted shut. Someday I may feel freer, but I’ll never be completely broken of the chains I make. Alas, that is life.
I lied down, closed my eyes, and stepped out of the viewing room - it was time for me to come inside for some exploration, meditation, and rest. It was always interesting to see what I would walk into when I stepped through the doorway; it was always changing, depending on what was on my conscious and subconscious or what was wanting to be born.
This particular time it was a balcony, looking down on a road a few feet below. The path’s beginning was about an acre away, and my vision was a little blurred trying to look at that part of it. After it’s start, it went a short way to the right, and then turned at a right angle to head toward me, curved slightly in some places, and made another abrupt change in direction to head to the left and come under my feet. Standing on the balcony with a wall behind me and to my left, I couldn’t see where the road headed after that, but I could see hints of an upcoming turn not far off.
Along the street there were many signs with words, dates, or messages inscribed on them. Most of them were too far off for me to see properly, but I looked down at once that was still being made. It said “Transition to-”. I smiled in satisfaction; it had said “Transit-” that last time I’d looked at it. Then I smiled in apprehension. Oh boy.
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This part is pretty short, so I'll probably write another passage pretty soon. . .
