Every fairytale begins and ends the same way.
They begin "upon a time".
Upon what time?
And what if your clock is running a little fast or slow and you miss your time?
What if you miss your Upon a Time?
And what comes after Ever After?
What if the Ever After ends? Does that mean that you have wasted your Upon a Time or do you get another one?
Does each person get only one Upon a Time and only one Ever After?
And whatif I'm not the Knight in shining armor? What if I'm the villain,destroying others' Upon a Times and Ever Afters?
What about the villain? Does he get an Ever After and an Upon A Time? Does the Evil man in the story find another Evil woman, and do they live Evilly Ever After?
Does everyone have a chance for happiness? Does everyone get an Ever After?
Or is it all just a fairy tale?
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
The Lament
It seems to me that it is my destiny in life to either abandon the ones I love or be abandoned by the same.
Is there even such a thing as love? My heart tells me no.
Lust? Yes.
Desire? Yes.
Sacrificial love? Yes.
But true, unconditional, no-strings-attached LOVE?
No.
The earth remains silent as I call out to Love. I shout for her from the tops of the highest mountains. I search for her in the deepest seas. I scour the land, razing it from top to bottom, and I see nothing, I hear nothing.
I feel nothing.
No longer is there a burning in my chest; a torch that my heart carried through the lonely nights of endless darkness. I beat my breast, hoping for the fire to rekindle.
But nothing stirs.
My heart, which once coursed through with heat and warmth like the belly of a dragon, is now as cold as the gray stone of the tomb.
My heart is dead.
Who is there? Is there such a one in the earth who can remake the fire? One who can billow the long dead coals, coaxing them back to life?
I know not.
For when I believe that I have found the one who carries with her the spark, I am dismally mistaken. The only things that these heartless women hold are water and death.
Death to my eternal fire.
So I grieve for you, Love, wherever you may be. I mourn for you and pray--though what I pray to, I am unsure--I pray that I may find you again someday.
Is there even such a thing as love? My heart tells me no.
Lust? Yes.
Desire? Yes.
Sacrificial love? Yes.
But true, unconditional, no-strings-attached LOVE?
No.
The earth remains silent as I call out to Love. I shout for her from the tops of the highest mountains. I search for her in the deepest seas. I scour the land, razing it from top to bottom, and I see nothing, I hear nothing.
I feel nothing.
No longer is there a burning in my chest; a torch that my heart carried through the lonely nights of endless darkness. I beat my breast, hoping for the fire to rekindle.
But nothing stirs.
My heart, which once coursed through with heat and warmth like the belly of a dragon, is now as cold as the gray stone of the tomb.
My heart is dead.
Who is there? Is there such a one in the earth who can remake the fire? One who can billow the long dead coals, coaxing them back to life?
I know not.
For when I believe that I have found the one who carries with her the spark, I am dismally mistaken. The only things that these heartless women hold are water and death.
Death to my eternal fire.
So I grieve for you, Love, wherever you may be. I mourn for you and pray--though what I pray to, I am unsure--I pray that I may find you again someday.
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