08-28-2008, 10:27 PM
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It was tiring to live when nothing mattered. His body ached down to his bones; the cold and rain, while numbing and strangely calming, did not help. He was weary of everything and nothing; life was full of exhausting things, among them, thinking and feeling, loving and hating, hurting, and that quiet half-acceptance they wrestled with when it was all over. The throbbing persisted and he could see the floating Cheshire grin in the white fog. Wonderland. That was where his vision was trapped, in that veiled, secretive place in his head, no longer filled with useless metaphorical structures. No hallways, no houses. No fields and no train tracks. He didn't know what he was crying for. It wasn't sadness, just nothingness. The more he thought and the more his chest swelled, the emptier he
The voice came again, steady like the sunshine. Suddenly, part of him wanted to destroy it, to crush it and silence it forever. The strength of the urge was startling, but it faded when another wave of exhaustion took its place. He closed his eyes, having forgotten they'd been open. The view was the same. He wanted to apologize again, but had been told not to. He wanted say something, but still had no words. He wanted to reach through the wall and touch him, but it was solid. He wanted the world, but nothing in it. Laruku inhaled and sighed.
The voice came again, steady like the sunshine. Suddenly, part of him wanted to destroy it, to crush it and silence it forever. The strength of the urge was startling, but it faded when another wave of exhaustion took its place. He closed his eyes, having forgotten they'd been open. The view was the same. He wanted to apologize again, but had been told not to. He wanted say something, but still had no words. He wanted to reach through the wall and touch him, but it was solid. He wanted the world, but nothing in it. Laruku inhaled and sighed.