Open-ended story

redmosquito10

Here's a start, I found this written in one of my old journals and would like to see it finished. Add on if you wish, I'll be doing the same whenever the inspiration hits me.


Last I heard you were somewhere north of the sun
Drowning in a sea of perpetual darkness
But even a year worth of dark nights eventually gives way
And I saw your face today.
Knew you as soon as I heard your footsteps
Enter this frozen town.
But I’ve burned out and risen so many times
Since we last were together
I wonder if you could even remember
Or recognize my face, my being…

redmosquito10

I gently float behind you
Observe you from near and far
And decide that beauty doesn’t fade, it changes.
I slip my hand into yours, and wait for the reaction.
But you drift on aimlessly, lost in your own obsessions.
It seems I may have changed too much.
I fear I may have changed too much.
When I stare into your eyes I see no hint of recognition
When I peer into your soul I feel swallowed by the depth
Of the darkness.
It seems we both have arrived at a new beginning
An intertwining vine of love and lost potential
Still clings to my heart, entwined in my very self.
But for the first time ever,
I am noticing the thorns...

chadwick

pritty good stuff here mosquito

redmosquito10

...And the thorns,
they poke, and pierce,
draw a drop of blood
that somehow flows upward.
And as i watch it travel the contours of my chest
and eventually slip from my forehead
falling, endlessly, upwards
it gives me hope.
To watch a part of me
take off on the journey of a thousand lifetimes
soaring inexorably to infinity,
and whatever awaits there,
is inexplicably more uplifting
than watching it splatter
on the concrete

chadwick

redmosquito10 wrote:

...And the thorns,
they poke, and pierce,
draw a drop of blood
that somehow flows upward.
And as i watch it travel the contours of my chest
and eventually slip from my forehead
falling, endlessly, upwards
it gives me hope.
To watch a part of me
take off on the journey of a thousand lifetimes
soaring inexorably to infinity,
and whatever awaits there,
is inexplicably more uplifting
than watching it splatter
on the concrete

like it alot.

"To watch a part of me
take off on the journey of a thousand lifetimes
soaring inexorably to infinity"

and the splatter on the concrete bit rules.

redmosquito10

thank you much