lonely-asuka

The yellow sun has risen. Its own incredible energy lending itself to all things that are its witness. Its golden contentment spreading to all those willing to accept it. But not everyone is willing. Still, the sun is not phased... The green growth on the rainforest floor wants the sunlight; it wants to be up among the trees, up in the canopy. It stretches and tries, but cannot reach... The blue ocean drifts. A single lonely entity, always present, always used, yet never apreciated. It does not notice the sunlight. The ocean lasts an eternity- will its grief? It feels that way to the ocean at least... The red flickering flame of the fire d

A call from the deep, reverberating through the thick darkness. The lonely sound of a lamentation, arising from below. How can something exist in such a void? A place to us so foreign, that swims with endless uncertainty. You gaze from above the void, and below you, through the clouded stretching distance, You feel the terror this uncertainty brings. Yet as the call sounds once more, it strikes a deeper chord within you, And you realise that what the deep holds is more magnificent and more beautiful Than most things you\'ve known before. The sad tones of the whale draw you deeper, closer, And as your fear is lost, a new compassion

A soft sheet of silent white, layering the land like a veil. Hilltops, treetops, and rooftops, all alike in their freshly fallen disguise. As the last night watched the small flakes fall, each one a unique idividual swirling and tumbling through its own unique path, the people slumbered on. Perchance a small child dreamt of the new world, the one that was falling and forming while they slept, the one that would await their rising, the one that excites memories left alone for a year, and beckons for both them and the child to come out and play. The mother\'s caution barely keeps the child\'s enthusiasm behind the door, as she

What are you doing? Can\'t you see she\'s falling, failing? Don\'t you know now is when she needs you most? Isn\'t it obvious by the way her moist eyes shine? Don\'t you notice the quiver of her lip, the tremble of her hands? Is there a reason you seemingly avoid her sadness? ... I see it. I understand. You do see her fear, and you do see her sorrow. You see it oozing from her face, you see it dripping from her limbs. You know it\'s creeping through her skin, underlying all she knows and feels. You see what it does to her, but deeper, you know what it does to her. Because you feel it too, seeping into your mind. You won\'t comfo

A distorted image, seen briefly through the dim haze. What is it? It flashes before me again – too fast, too indistinct. If only it would slow down, stand before me, Let me gaze upon its face. Each glimpse confuses me further; Is it changing? I don't understand… I wish I hadn't noticed it, Better that than be left frustrated and alone in the dark. I try to turn my thoughts elsewhere, But no thought makes sense when I don't even know what is in front of me. I miss the certainty, the safety, And the understanding… These things I had, and assumed would stay. Without them, my vision is blurred, My world looks so unfamiliar. I sit

In deepest darkest space, lies a small and lonely planet, in who\'s oldest coldest land, lies a crying crubling city, where in the dullest dampest corner, sits the saddest poorest man, in whom a bruised and battered heart dreams of the joy it once knew. Because he\'s falling, he dreams of flying, he has thoughts of smiling, when in truth he\'s crying, imagining living, when really he\'s dying, long ago this man ceased trying. But the saddest part of the sad man\'s tale, is that his bruised and battered heart is what is making him fail. If he would only stand up, from that corner where he hides, he\'d see the saddest poorest

The painful joy as an angel arrives mingles with the grief of another\'s passing. The greatest gift is given and taken at once. New blood pours forth, some warming a fragile heart, but some cooling and blackening on the floor. Tiny crystals open and shine brightly for their first time, while dim diamonds flicker and fade in a weary finale. Full price is paid for a new beginning, and some relief is found in a tiny wailing. Across the hall another cry sounds, but the small voice here is silent. Comprehension hasn\'t yet met the woman forced to carry the heavy burden lying limply and lightly in her arms. She doesn\'t want to let

Passing notes through the cracks, never standing tall, face to face. Feeling the glow of her smile, though rarely seeing it taking place. Comfort without a shoulder, a laugh without a tone, she\'s warmth whem I am colder, a friend when I\'m alone. Linda - thank you... Know how much you mean to me, know how much I care, know that you\'re the special one who helped me through despair. I only hope that what\'s to come is more of what we\'ve shared, may we stay the friends you say we are, till time has us impaired! Linda - thank you...