The Way Things Are
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
699
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Way Things Are
AN: I just want to say first thing this hasn\'t anything to do with any \"God\" or \"heaven\" or \"hell\". Christianity ruined my life and made a nightmare out of most of it including all of my childhood. I just don\'t want anyone taking that from this piece. If anyone is offended by that... well, I can\'t say I\'m sorry. Worship whom or what you will, just leave me out of it.
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I have never really thought about how long I have been here. It is basically all I have ever known. The loneliness. The uncertainty. The blackness. Nothing ever changes here. I sit long and quiet, waiting to come out of hiding. I ache to be useful and needed. I yearn to be able to see the light. I long for the opportunity to show the world who I am. To prove to the world I exist. But that moment has yet to come. So I sit waiting. Waiting for the day that I can escape.
But escape to what? How do I know that there is more than this bleakness, this void?
I have been given glimpses.
Few and far between they are. These glorious glimpses at what lies beyond this empty space of my existence. It is torture by my captor. Every so often I am allowed to venture out. The light is what pulls me away from my place of repose. It is warm and soothing. It is soft and brilliant. It leads me out of my cold solitude into a world of color and life. I am allowed to stay for a while enjoying the sweetness and serenity that I only find in that beautiful light. I can see things more clearly, feel things more acutely, and desire things more lustfully.
Yet, just at the instant I become adjusted to my new surroundings, like a dream the light fades. All the wonder recoils away from me forcing me back into my dark seclusion. I howl for my sovereignty, beg for my release, but my captor never replies. She never speaks. Not even a whisper.
I know she watches over me. I can feel the weight of her sorrowful glare. It is not a glare of spite or malice. It is not a stare of satisfaction or pleasure. It is a gaze of envy. Envy for my solitude and shelter.
She has grown so very weary. It has been so long for her—just as long as it has been for me. She roams the world of that precious light yet she does not see it and it does not illuminate her. She will never appreciate it. It will never shine it’s brightest with her. She cannot even see it. It cannot see her. She was never meant to love it just as it was never meant to love her.
Her universe is my universe and my universe is her universe. We had to be displaced from the beginning. It is meant to correct an unimaginable mistake. It is a larger misplacement on a grander scale. She doesn’t know why it had happened anymore than I. All she knows is that for now she cannot let me be free. She cannot let me hurt the world that is on the correct timeline. I can feel it all in her gaze.
I don’t hold it against her. I can’t. It isn’t her fault. It is for the greater good that I exist in some other time and place. Maybe it will all change in the next lifetime. She will be able to rest once more. She will be able to hide away in her beloved darkness and isolation. She will no longer have to wear that false happy contented face. In turn, it will be me that can roam free and unhindered. I will face the beautiful light and capture all its intensity and adoration. I will soak in its warmth and feed off its playful blue illumination. It will feed off me and become all the more radiant.
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I have never really thought about how long I have been here. It is basically all I have ever known. The loneliness. The uncertainty. The blackness. Nothing ever changes here. I sit long and quiet, waiting to come out of hiding. I ache to be useful and needed. I yearn to be able to see the light. I long for the opportunity to show the world who I am. To prove to the world I exist. But that moment has yet to come. So I sit waiting. Waiting for the day that I can escape.
But escape to what? How do I know that there is more than this bleakness, this void?
I have been given glimpses.
Few and far between they are. These glorious glimpses at what lies beyond this empty space of my existence. It is torture by my captor. Every so often I am allowed to venture out. The light is what pulls me away from my place of repose. It is warm and soothing. It is soft and brilliant. It leads me out of my cold solitude into a world of color and life. I am allowed to stay for a while enjoying the sweetness and serenity that I only find in that beautiful light. I can see things more clearly, feel things more acutely, and desire things more lustfully.
Yet, just at the instant I become adjusted to my new surroundings, like a dream the light fades. All the wonder recoils away from me forcing me back into my dark seclusion. I howl for my sovereignty, beg for my release, but my captor never replies. She never speaks. Not even a whisper.
I know she watches over me. I can feel the weight of her sorrowful glare. It is not a glare of spite or malice. It is not a stare of satisfaction or pleasure. It is a gaze of envy. Envy for my solitude and shelter.
She has grown so very weary. It has been so long for her—just as long as it has been for me. She roams the world of that precious light yet she does not see it and it does not illuminate her. She will never appreciate it. It will never shine it’s brightest with her. She cannot even see it. It cannot see her. She was never meant to love it just as it was never meant to love her.
Her universe is my universe and my universe is her universe. We had to be displaced from the beginning. It is meant to correct an unimaginable mistake. It is a larger misplacement on a grander scale. She doesn’t know why it had happened anymore than I. All she knows is that for now she cannot let me be free. She cannot let me hurt the world that is on the correct timeline. I can feel it all in her gaze.
I don’t hold it against her. I can’t. It isn’t her fault. It is for the greater good that I exist in some other time and place. Maybe it will all change in the next lifetime. She will be able to rest once more. She will be able to hide away in her beloved darkness and isolation. She will no longer have to wear that false happy contented face. In turn, it will be me that can roam free and unhindered. I will face the beautiful light and capture all its intensity and adoration. I will soak in its warmth and feed off its playful blue illumination. It will feed off me and become all the more radiant.