A dark, melancholy gloom hanged over the midnight skies as a brightening moon forever hung in place. Ravens; dark, condescending birds that scavenged the world and glided across the pinkish-magenta skies. Chirping their hollow, dark cries as their beady eyes pried the land and seemed to haunt you. Nature's harbingers, yet no one seems to hear their warnings when fate is near.
The wind would coolly brush against the skins of those who traveled outside their hovels, and could taste it's sweet, yet bitter taste at the tip of their tongues, even those substance would lie there bare. Wasn't it funny? Even at times where the simplest of things were present in nature, no one found what they were looking for. Yet mankind would always be curious. Those moments where children will stick their tongues out when snowflakes speckled the sky and slowly drifted to the earth in a soft, white blanket, they want to taste what no one's tasted before. These little flakes, so mysterious, drifting alone onto the ground, have lives that end in the blink of an eye.
Alone, they fall into the earth. Cold and tiny, so callous that they freeze. But when they escape this solitude and frozen state, when they finally are embraced by the warmth; may it be man or plant, they melt. One can suppose that if you get to close to something so warm, and seemingly harmless, they only hurt themselves. It is something true, indeed. But another may say that it is the foundation of relationships. One may sacrifice their comfort for another's warmth. But, what if this person does not want to sacrifice what little they had? What if that frozen heart that deemed them numb was the lesser of two evils? Was there no other price to pay?
The wind would coolly brush against the skins of those who traveled outside their hovels, and could taste it's sweet, yet bitter taste at the tip of their tongues, even those substance would lie there bare. Wasn't it funny? Even at times where the simplest of things were present in nature, no one found what they were looking for. Yet mankind would always be curious. Those moments where children will stick their tongues out when snowflakes speckled the sky and slowly drifted to the earth in a soft, white blanket, they want to taste what no one's tasted before. These little flakes, so mysterious, drifting alone onto the ground, have lives that end in the blink of an eye.
Alone, they fall into the earth. Cold and tiny, so callous that they freeze. But when they escape this solitude and frozen state, when they finally are embraced by the warmth; may it be man or plant, they melt. One can suppose that if you get to close to something so warm, and seemingly harmless, they only hurt themselves. It is something true, indeed. But another may say that it is the foundation of relationships. One may sacrifice their comfort for another's warmth. But, what if this person does not want to sacrifice what little they had? What if that frozen heart that deemed them numb was the lesser of two evils? Was there no other price to pay?