She wasn't used to this darkness. As black as she had ever experienced... And yet, it had a depth to it. One that not only seemed to reach beyond her, but also into her very being. And though she was not used to this darkness, She soon became accustomed to its embrace. Great pains and experiences filled her with the intense desire for nothingness. 'Perhaps to remain lost in this all encompassing abyss would be a blessing,' she thought to herself. Her loss of sight was only temporary, but what time there was left would be thoroughly enjoyed.
She had little to no sentimentality about her. If you asked her, you would find that She prides herself on not having an attachment to anything. What would the point be? "Everything turns to ash eventually," she had repeated more than a hundred times to those who challenged her views. 'Oh no,' a glimmer of light began peeking through. Her stay in oblivion was coming to it's end, to her dismay. She was starting to be able to make out the detail of the ornate etchings along the wall of the abandoned home she had been squatting in for months now. On top of the inevitable awakening of her eyes, She had grown hungry. Something that could not be so easily remedied even when she had full sight. 'Heh, can't win.. Can I?.'
Rising to her feet, she stumbled about before finding her footing. The home had previously been ransacked, which left much to worry about tripping over. Yet she maneuvered about the terrain masterfully. What more of a physical representation of her own life could there be than that house? How poetic, her sifting through it half sighted, however, with great awareness. Fully alert to the snares that her misery often set in her path.
 MingledMeiMei Lu · Tue Aug 27, 2019 @ 10:08am · 0 Comments |
