Watching the fire reflect in the sky. Skeletons of winter trees standing stark and sharp in the flames. Flickering, dancing, shimmering orange-red-yellow hues. Distant sounds... muted sounds... echoing inside. Staring...staring... weightless, just leaning and leaning and leaning to the ground - part of it - on it - in it...eyes viewing the wrinkled edges - forming, being my fingertips grasping and grasping the earth. Tight, so very, very tightandhardand emptyfull. God it hurts... hurts
I read this earlier and thought for a spell, then I came back and read it again. How deep do I think? It is very descriptive... And also not. Thoughtful to a human condition perhaps, and it also reads to me of a simply difficult time maneuvering through the winter, snow covered surroundings. I actually think it quite brilliant that you have left enough vagueness for your readers to interpret it in a number of ways.
Good writing, my friend.
I feel this. The running, escaping, but not being able to leave. The cracks threatening, the fire in the sky not a beacon but a warning. You have to stay, because you are true, and loyal, always.
I love how you wrote this piece. The short sentences allowed me to feel and see what was going on. It sucked me in and i followed it till the very end. Wonderful job.
The music adds a push to the read. I felt like I was on a runaway horse. The one word, "emptyfull" discribes the feeling at the end of the race... I felt this write. I live it! I think we need to realize we are not the only ones who feel this way. It does hurt. We all hurt. Especially those who we think do not at all, because it is all locked inside and the pressure is never let off.
A wonderful write Chris!
For you have such intense expression and that comes from an immensely open and spiritual mind that moves me every time - this has such perfect flow, I am left breathless...I do believe I am forever to be literally charmed by your work! xox
I read this earlier and thought for a spell, then I came back and read it again. How deep do I think? It is very descriptive... And also not. Thoughtful to a human condition perhaps, and it also reads to me of a simply difficult time maneuvering through the winter, snow covered surroundings. I actually think it quite brilliant that you have left enough vagueness for your readers to interpret it in a number of ways.
Good writing, my friend.
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