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The Wind and the Tree

Tuesday, May 12, 2009 - - 3 Comments

As the sun resides beneath the bleak horizon, I closed my eyes and felt the air hushing through my ears and the sand sinking into my toes.Darkness and discontent invaded my vision, pushing me to a place of questionable blur.


A bitter struggle begun beyond my wildest imagination. When I thought life has nothing more to offer, it gave me an utterly harsh slap on the face. And now I am faced with a horrible leech that disrupts my being and slowly devouring my insides.

With in a moment, everything became serene. The once hostile place soon replaced by tranquility and peace. Then I felt my body breathing again. As my lungs took air, I gave out my pains. Gently, I opened my eyes and there were fog like structures that lurked around me. Though my sight had not yet recovered its full vision, the room so dark that even a dim light appeared to be a very powerful spray of white.

At that moment on, nothing seemed more real than the flash of memories that burst into my mind. Half way through, I felt a force pushing me back, hindering my way. Doubt then existed. Troubled, my thoughts were. Decisions must be made, pressure rising and stress kicking its way in. With no where to go but the path in sight, I begun to run towards the door which is now closing. A leap of faith got me through but a heart attack it almost gave me.

I question not my fear of darkness but my fear of life without light. To what shall come of life, if thy being is black as the abyss. Could that be even called living? As my thoughts wandered upon the issue, I became aware where I was.

The air was just refreshing, and the weather was astonishingly fine. It was not as hot as summer's day, nor as gloomy as September's rain. Clouds were covering sunlight’s path, creating a map which was constantly changing. The little rays pushes its way in and gives the effect of sparkle upon embracing the life forms. It is in every sense a perfect weather.

My eyes feast upon a gigantic beauty, of which I saw every day. I saw it like the first time I laid my eyes on him and this moment was no different. I saw the light descend from the heavens, giving him pride to what he is and what shall become of him. A melody so soft that only the keen of senses could identify, came into existence. No moment later, he was swaying with her. As their arms stretched to its limits, elegance and passion rise to clarity. A tantalizing voice vibrated his paralyzed feet. He wanted to dance with her, to touch her.

Sadly, she was but impossible for him to grasp. For will power alone is not enough to pursue her. Dismayed by the decision, she loathed him. She pushes him away with brute force, but he -- being the gentle hearted that he was, bent in obedience. And just like that she was gone.

Be it night or day, he thought of her, wishing that she would come back. The thought never grew old in his ever hoping mind. But the doors were now closing, and no sign of her showed. The flame that engrossed the fire was now dying. But even at this state, the melody was still whispering his hopes alive. Even if he knew it was doomed to fail from the very beginning, he showed no fear. For an eternity was not life for without her. One night, as he watched the moon turns a glow, an idea swept his mind of his feet.

I opened my eyes and I felt the sand on my toes again. As the beach tides pushed, I took a stand and begun to walk. I am now in the hill top where the man was. A tree of gigantic beauty stood its ground. And even up to this moment, I could hear the echoes of a content man dancing with glee. Only he knows precisely how satisfaction was captured that night. May he rest in peace!



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3 comments:

Mae.Santos said...

Do post comments for improvement. i know the number one point! SENTENCE STRUCTURE!

bluejackal said...

great read! nicely done. good choice of words. the story is vividly described.

bluejackal said...

objectively speaking youre right there's room for improvement, with regards to consistency and how the story holds; but in itself, the story is a surreal one, and it's thought provoking.
it speaks of vivid images, but pertains to abstract thoughts. its really something worth contemplating about