Sunday, March 04, 2007
And then there were two.
Another step on the road. Routine, it seemed, for him to be on the footpath winding away from the site of recollection. For how many times had he trudged along the barren dirt track into dark mists, the footfalls growing steadily slower as he bled tinges of disbelief and regret upon faded yellow sands. The dryness of the sands remained untainted, still. His regrets lay withered, as wrinkled petals on silent grounds.
And all the while she danced, twirling about in the sun-dappled clearance upon which he had turned his back, unaware, unsensitised, dithering with nary a sensible care.
The mists give a strange comfort to an occluded vision. There is no knowing where he heads; he is after all, beyond the point of logical thought. There is no use in rational thought, surely.
And as he strides forward, unpurposefully, he nonchalantly kicks a pebble out of the way. The pebble, shiny grey in all its reflective smoothness, lands somewhere, someplace amidst the undergrowth. Where it shall remain unnoticed, unfeeling, unliving.
Nothing more.
Another step on the road. Routine, it seemed, for him to be on the footpath winding away from the site of recollection. For how many times had he trudged along the barren dirt track into dark mists, the footfalls growing steadily slower as he bled tinges of disbelief and regret upon faded yellow sands. The dryness of the sands remained untainted, still. His regrets lay withered, as wrinkled petals on silent grounds.
And all the while she danced, twirling about in the sun-dappled clearance upon which he had turned his back, unaware, unsensitised, dithering with nary a sensible care.
The mists give a strange comfort to an occluded vision. There is no knowing where he heads; he is after all, beyond the point of logical thought. There is no use in rational thought, surely.
And as he strides forward, unpurposefully, he nonchalantly kicks a pebble out of the way. The pebble, shiny grey in all its reflective smoothness, lands somewhere, someplace amidst the undergrowth. Where it shall remain unnoticed, unfeeling, unliving.
Nothing more.
And nothing less.
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