There

Sequel to "Found it"

There Pt. 2 to "Found it"

 

 

Finally at peace.
An endless field of dried grains, softly, breaking against the wind.
I too continue to break against the wind as I swing, it is so very
cold here, although the sun still burns me. Lifelessly my body
repeats the caressing sway if the swing. Although I am gone, the sharp
ceasing blood races down my pasty arm that scratches against the
chains holding my corpse. The winds beginning to race as well,

they push the swing next to mine.

"Hello, friend."

The way my conscious flows in this swing, in the place,
this heaven, is so serene, so at peace. Free to let my internal
thoughts run a few laps in that field of eternity, they will get lost in the
darkness of the sky and the tall grain grass forever frozen at an almost
deathly state, just like me. Ahh my dear grains, we share so much together
I assure that you will stay and enjoy the spill of my mind's infinite thoughts.
It is so cold, dear friend, I believe I am shivering. I cannot bask in the
cheerful sunlight anymore, from all this cold, and despair. I can feel the
cold inside me, frosting the core of my careless soul.

However, this air, opposite the stale air from that mossy structure I once
pondered in, is clear, and I don't struggle to spend my breaths. I simply give
them away, knowingly, helplessly. This place takes value in my breaths
because they know I might only have few. Not this time. You see, I feel
no emotions in this space. They took them away from me, and isn't that
what living is about?? To explore the emotions; what if your emotions
were stolen from you some time ago, can't they thrive on any touch of my
skin?? Can they feel any warmth that is hidden beneath the chill of my flesh??
I couldn't tell you. I am alone in this place, there aren't even any rusted trees
for my entertainment. I am lost along with the winds that flow through this
place, and that is all I can scarcely hear. They whisper secrets to me, you
know. Secrets beyond the cruel world I once knew. Some secrets I find
are silly, and light-hearted. Is that the only light that can warm me
without any burns??

I whisper back to the winds, I tell them about heartbreak, in which they
wouldn't know of, and they LISTEN. For once in my life, instead of
empathetic, or sympathetic gestures, they LISTEN. Instead of pushing
it aside, or getting angry, they LISTEN. I pull the pieces of my thumping
muscle and show them how much it could hurt, how many pieces
you could lose, and how many pieces they just will never find. I

violently throw the pieces to the ground in such thoughts of anger.

"I want him here."

I whisper as that may be the only event that may bring me closure,
bring warmth to this frozen place. They then tell me of the darker
sides of revenge, which I know nothing of. The senseless evil of it.
The makings of forever wars and souls that cannot pass. They tell me,

"You have not been here long, there is nothing that can hurt you,
for we, hold your heart."

And suddenly the pieces that have been sprawled into the grass
rise and a form of a light pulls them together, creating a full,
mended heart, and I see that it begins to glow. I hold my hands
out and the beautiful glowing heart beats slowly down into my hands
and I find myself in a trance my heart's spell has compelled me over.
I knew the winds could see the glow in my eyes, and the heart
finds a string and laces around my slender neck. I touch it with my
hands and I feel its smoothness, its texture, its glow. A matter of a

godly harmony hums through my ears, corrupting a smile across my

face, understanding my anger, and most importantly, mending my

memories, my comfort. Pictures of my past start blinking past my eyes,

and all around me. I hear the laughter of a child and the tears of a

grieving mother, and also the touch, yes,
I saw the touch of him. It twinkled on my skin eliminating the
goosebumps with a luke warm almost, human liquid in my body.

I begin to run with those memories for awhile, tricking the others
to wither and turn grey as well, all the horrid regretful memories
blurred out of my conscious and my subconscious. I run far with
them, 
 

                      but eventually I fall behind, 
                                   

      and I can't seem to catch them.
 

Reviews

[Vanessa]

I'm not really sure what this is about, but from the language, it's nice.
I like that part, and I like the dialogue that you used throughout this, as well.

I don't really know what's up between us, but I'm sorry.
I was angered that you hung up on me, but I am sorry that I.... I don't know.

[Pink Poison]

Nice next part to "Found It". I really like where you are going with this story. It captures the essesence of "what if" an afterlife existed and "what is" truly awaiting us on the other side of that great mystery.

These are probably my favorite lines:

I pull the pieces of my thumping
organ and show them how much it could hurt, how many pieces
you could lose, and how many pieces they just will never find. I
violently throw the pieces to the ground in such thoughts of anger.

It is such a human gesture in such an impossible place. Very very nicely done.