Post by Demyx on Aug 25, 2008 19:56:03 GMT -5
Novun sighed, looking up at the cloudy sky. She was placed apon the large Paopu Fruit tree which leaned out from the small eye-lit on Destiny Island. Her tail quivered as it hung from her haunches, over the thick tree-trunk that protruded from solid ground, surrounded by water.
She was writing a poem of her life in her head, how she dreaded rain, and how it related so much to her life. She had formed some verses in her head, but was stuck, like her life had been for about a week.
Storm clouds roll over broken skies
Will I ever be whole again?
My body is on the mend
While my heart pretends to move on
My mind strays
My eyes stray
My body quivers with anticipation
As I wait for the oncoming storm
Of happiness or sorrow, I am unsure
Her eyes closed as she shook her head. "Still stuck!" she said in agitation, standing and walking down the the trunk swiftly, hopping back onto solid ground. "Something with rain, or tears and crying, thats it..." She whispered as she paced back and forth. Her blood-tipped paws leaving light tracks in her past position, adding to her metaphorical outlook on life.
Each paw print was located on where she had been recently, even not o recently. She left a mark everywhere, though some where thicker and deeper than others, some you could barely see, still they were there. Like the sky. On clear days, it was good and life moved on, but on cloudy days, the blue that showed through was the little forgiveness it held. On rainy days, the sky was full of sadness and hatred, like it was tired of not being able to connect with its long friend.
She shook her head again, sitting quickly and letting out a howl of rage. Her mane stuck out, making her a bit larger than her usual tiny size, and as she let down her head, rain began to fall. It poured from the heavens, like her soul screamed in frustrating agony as the words failed to come to her forever-waiting heart.
((Sorry, really long! Ive been sick, so I really felt like writing!))
She was writing a poem of her life in her head, how she dreaded rain, and how it related so much to her life. She had formed some verses in her head, but was stuck, like her life had been for about a week.
Storm clouds roll over broken skies
Will I ever be whole again?
My body is on the mend
While my heart pretends to move on
My mind strays
My eyes stray
My body quivers with anticipation
As I wait for the oncoming storm
Of happiness or sorrow, I am unsure
Her eyes closed as she shook her head. "Still stuck!" she said in agitation, standing and walking down the the trunk swiftly, hopping back onto solid ground. "Something with rain, or tears and crying, thats it..." She whispered as she paced back and forth. Her blood-tipped paws leaving light tracks in her past position, adding to her metaphorical outlook on life.
Each paw print was located on where she had been recently, even not o recently. She left a mark everywhere, though some where thicker and deeper than others, some you could barely see, still they were there. Like the sky. On clear days, it was good and life moved on, but on cloudy days, the blue that showed through was the little forgiveness it held. On rainy days, the sky was full of sadness and hatred, like it was tired of not being able to connect with its long friend.
She shook her head again, sitting quickly and letting out a howl of rage. Her mane stuck out, making her a bit larger than her usual tiny size, and as she let down her head, rain began to fall. It poured from the heavens, like her soul screamed in frustrating agony as the words failed to come to her forever-waiting heart.
((Sorry, really long! Ive been sick, so I really felt like writing!))