Post by Fluory on Apr 9, 2007 8:59:01 GMT -5
Regretfully walked; regretfully stalked. Cut through the dark was the simple apex of decision; apex of roads. Paths everywhere, paths nowhere. Stay put – go back – left or right – jump. Jump into blackness, retreat from sadness; every which way horrifying, most ways wanted.
Once a rainbow bright fell into a pastel softness; overtaken by white, overtaken by dread. Soon to fade and soon to cast away what walks upon it; choice made in a clever way, sending her to sway. Sway with indecision, sway with thrill; a thrill with a chill, a thrill with a trill.
Rainbow faded; prism jaded. Behind was a simple white road, shimmering and glimmering just as all her other choices in a dull, monochromatic tone. Dead, in a sense was the shimmering whiteness; resolve to take it long since past, and all that remained was for its end at last. Not wanted, not viable; to take it she was not liable. With a head tilt, it all became moot with attentions turn to up and around.
Gaze dragged passed foreboding darkness, the glow and appeal of her path a contrasting starkness. Rainbow and white in an eternally changing glow to an effervescent black; around all, oppressing none; simply there, simply how it all was. Beautiful in a sense, calling to only the insane. Insane she was, daring she was; looking for that clause.
Blackness cut with rainbow glow; such a hopeful flow. Both were such attractive paths, both were such inconvenient halves. One of the highest order of vibrance with the highest order of repellence; wanted, desired, grasped and fired – joyful in it’s own right, so much better with little fright.
A twin rainbow of the longest and forgiving order cut through the blackness beside; pastel, fading in a slight sense – but never had it been as bright as the other. Bright in a sense without such a vivid essence; but indeed, it was simply desired, simply tied to her with such a ferocity that both evoked chill and thrill; tied down long ago, tied down by a committing flow.
Neither wrong, neither right; better than all other paths known, inherent potholes gone and banished from their rainbow souls. Both were better in senses, both were lusted for their essences.
Challenge or choice; a wavering voice.
Wisps of exhausted pastel floating and hanging on the air, light mist of an eerie glow dispersing and regrouping right before her, a choice was made. Exhausted pastel wisping and whispering; tales of foreboding, tales of trial, imagined but existent; to come and to fly only when the choice was made.
And such a choice made it was; a choice desired, the choice of someone who cannot choose.
Unflinching stoic solidity met the complete fade of the apex; pastel wisps falling into blackness, mist covering what once was in a brief reminder and brief sorrow. Met the darkness in effervescence – met with oppressence. Blackness for consideration of the welfare of paths; blackness inconsideration for her own. Inconsideration for all in a sense, but without regret in another.
Without regret, without guilt; woven story within a quilt.
Falling within a dark abyss; the most thrilling path taken for a long time, the trilling of eternity calling and wavering. Falling through eternity but not for an eternity, waiting for the prismatic road to pick her up again.
Fall to find the call.
[OoC: So like... Yeah. Interpret what you want; I really don't want to talk about what it means to the general public; 'cause I'm mysterious and enigmatic like that.]
Once a rainbow bright fell into a pastel softness; overtaken by white, overtaken by dread. Soon to fade and soon to cast away what walks upon it; choice made in a clever way, sending her to sway. Sway with indecision, sway with thrill; a thrill with a chill, a thrill with a trill.
Rainbow faded; prism jaded. Behind was a simple white road, shimmering and glimmering just as all her other choices in a dull, monochromatic tone. Dead, in a sense was the shimmering whiteness; resolve to take it long since past, and all that remained was for its end at last. Not wanted, not viable; to take it she was not liable. With a head tilt, it all became moot with attentions turn to up and around.
Gaze dragged passed foreboding darkness, the glow and appeal of her path a contrasting starkness. Rainbow and white in an eternally changing glow to an effervescent black; around all, oppressing none; simply there, simply how it all was. Beautiful in a sense, calling to only the insane. Insane she was, daring she was; looking for that clause.
Blackness cut with rainbow glow; such a hopeful flow. Both were such attractive paths, both were such inconvenient halves. One of the highest order of vibrance with the highest order of repellence; wanted, desired, grasped and fired – joyful in it’s own right, so much better with little fright.
A twin rainbow of the longest and forgiving order cut through the blackness beside; pastel, fading in a slight sense – but never had it been as bright as the other. Bright in a sense without such a vivid essence; but indeed, it was simply desired, simply tied to her with such a ferocity that both evoked chill and thrill; tied down long ago, tied down by a committing flow.
Neither wrong, neither right; better than all other paths known, inherent potholes gone and banished from their rainbow souls. Both were better in senses, both were lusted for their essences.
Challenge or choice; a wavering voice.
Wisps of exhausted pastel floating and hanging on the air, light mist of an eerie glow dispersing and regrouping right before her, a choice was made. Exhausted pastel wisping and whispering; tales of foreboding, tales of trial, imagined but existent; to come and to fly only when the choice was made.
And such a choice made it was; a choice desired, the choice of someone who cannot choose.
Unflinching stoic solidity met the complete fade of the apex; pastel wisps falling into blackness, mist covering what once was in a brief reminder and brief sorrow. Met the darkness in effervescence – met with oppressence. Blackness for consideration of the welfare of paths; blackness inconsideration for her own. Inconsideration for all in a sense, but without regret in another.
Without regret, without guilt; woven story within a quilt.
Falling within a dark abyss; the most thrilling path taken for a long time, the trilling of eternity calling and wavering. Falling through eternity but not for an eternity, waiting for the prismatic road to pick her up again.
Fall to find the call.
[OoC: So like... Yeah. Interpret what you want; I really don't want to talk about what it means to the general public; 'cause I'm mysterious and enigmatic like that.]