Can you hear the gathering sounds of creatures coming nearer to where you are, alone in an area where no bushes can hide you, no trees can be climbed and no weapons be found? Can you feel a scream building up inside you? Terror threatening to rise? And this clarity, this strange terrible clarity that shouldn`t be here right now. Can you feel it? I hope you can`t.
I have a basket wherein I put memories, moments and stories. The last days I have filled it with some tales that will never gather dust in the shelf. I have walked around in the woods, collecting rare fungus; Some cannot be categorized yet. They shall lie in a lonely pile, away from the group since they might be from a different class. They will get their sub-class and their own identity at last, but for now it`s enough to know they exist.
Last week I found a blog that interested me a lot. Since then, I have learned a lot from the blog owner. One thing he has said, is: Pieces starts to collect automatically, and soon you can see the whole picture. What will my eyes rest upon? Why have I the last two days have songs and thoughts related to death (my post yesterday was about someone who lost her daughter) ? Why have I felt tiny trinkets of terror, of fright that I still am able to quell. It still threatens to break away from their shackles. What is the shackles holding back? Which beast is lurking? Is the thoughts related to death just symbolic? Can it mean the “death” of my “old” self, a new beginning or that something will change?
And what . And what if it isn`t ?
Stop every clock.
Stars are in shock.
The river would run to the sea.
I won’t let you fly.
I won’t say goodbye.
I won’t let you slip away from me.
RyanDan – Tears Of An Angel
- The beast within (fredrikkayser.wordpress.com)