Neutrality

It's always like this.

Something good, something bad.

Every day, I walk a gray path.

Miles long, toward the running horizon.

Gray sands, gray sky.

Gray, gray, gray.

Something delightful walks down the path.

A little nymph adorned in a white dress,

her hair golden and flowing in the wind,

A smile bright as day,

Eyes wide and colorful,

humming a cheery tune

her skip leaving a trail of glittering dust.

I couldn't resist.

I smiled and skipped along with her,

without a single care in the world.

We were in sync with our gallop,

humming to the very tune she cherishes.

We didn't tire, nor stop a beat.

We kept going down the path for hours,

completely in juvenile bliss.

Everything inside me was happy.

I was so happy.

Eventually, she broke off the path,

and went down another.

She gave me a wave, and she left.

I was so happy.

Then an old man walked toward me,

his black, damp cloak his body,

scalped head covered in twisted fungi,

mouth black as oil,

humming one, discordant note.

All he had to do, was give me one look,

of those sickly, rotten green eyes,

and everything inside me stopped and died.

My heart felt so ill,

my stomach ejected all contents,

my lungs stopped breathing,

all senses were stolen from me

the moment he turned his gaze.

And he looked away.

And continued down the path.

Immediately, my body was healed,

but my bliss was gone.

The joy I had of spending time with that spirit,

the one with the white dress,

skipping down the path,

humming a tune

while that beautiful hair flowed...

...was gone.

And so I continue, without happiness on one shoulder,

and without death on another.

          Something good, something bad.

          That's the life I'm cursed with.

Reviews

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

Every one has to have had this feeling, of being blessed with a curse, of being given the opprotunity to always feel, and maybe not the best emotions, but just soemthing. We carry through life with a weight binding us down, and when it lifts, our hopes do too. When it drops, we sink slowly until it rises once more. This was very interesting to read, and I could see what you described. As always: Well done. I appluad you.