Zanjui's Blog

Stellar.
Date: May 4th, 2006 12:22:35 am - Subscribe
Mood: Like an astronaut who just broke through the atmosphere.
Music: David Bowie - "Space Oddity"

Finally, the grass is no longer a dead brown color. It's soft and sways with the warm breeze. The days are warmer, and we see the sun's bright face more. Trees are coming back to live, to give a home to their thousands of leafy residents. Birds have returned from their journey from the south, and they brought a few new tunes with them. A few new tunes to sing to. My whistles mimic their songs, just with more structure, but I'll never accomplish what they create everyday.

It's been months since I've been able to not have to worry about wearing an extra layer outside. Months since I've had the freedom that May brings. The need to cover up just to protect myself from the cold. That extra layer never did much to fight the cold in the first place. I was never warm. Once the frost crystalized the ground, my feet were frozen to the soil. It's been months since I've been able to walk.

Everytime I tried to move my feet, the ice would crack. A few times I think it might have even broken. Jack Frost got the best of me, though. My bones were too brittle to progress and right before my eyes I was unable to move again. It seemed like I stood there for an eternity, pondering everything around and about me, waiting for the sun to thaw my shackles.

Winter months are too long, and the sun came too late. Every once in a while it would taunt me by showing it's bright face in a blue sky. Taunting me with it's freedom and happiness. I was jealous of it's power, but my arms are far too weak to grab a piece of it's strength.

Eventually, I got so used to my new home that I almost didn't want to leave. The grey sky was miserable, and it's misery was shedding to the Earth below. Clouds, clusters that were as thin as air, were now much heavier. They crushed everything below them. I asked them a few times if they would push me into the ground and let the worms break me free. The weight let up before the clouds broke my body, but my mind had already been ruined.

The dry air dehydrated by skin, and eventually my insides. I soon became just a shell of myself standing on frozen ground.

Luckily, I was able to see the sun once again. It's bright rays moistened the ground, and the clouds dropped all the rain that they had been holding back. My skin and bones were functional again. No longer did I stand. The muscles and inner workings of myself were barely functioning, but at least they moved. The world around me came back to life along with me. Never before have I had such a respect for spring.

Now I enjoy the world that has been reborn. Noticing everything that I have missed, and taking note of everything that I would hate to never see again. Communities of flowers give me their quiet attention, and if only they could utter a few words I would love to hear what they had to say. Dandelions bloom and spread each day, because they know that soon they won't be able to. A few birds glide past and I send them a wave before they're out of site. In th back of my head, I wish that I could see them more often, maybe even become friends. The front of my head tells me that I have no buisness with birds, so I let them fly.

The stars above stand behind the moon. Every star has it's own story that has little importance to it's closest neighbor. All bodies revolve around that star, and entire novels could be writen on the events that occur on these places. A thousand libraries couldn't even contain all the stories that have been told. These stories mean nothing to me, and my stories mean nothing to that star. One day my story will burn out, just like that star. My light will stop reaching the eyes of those who wish upon me. Once my story ends, my light will still travel to eyes million miles away. Light can travel fast, but not fast enough. Eventually though, this light will be gone. But not today, and not for a long time. This is my story, and I still have a long time before my light dissapears.

But when it does, I won't feel bad.
Comments: (2)

silentrain - May 04th, 2006 Ah, spring. The time of renewal; a chance to shed our skins from the winters past. Winter is far too long, as you said- especially around here. I guess that is why most people turn to face the setting sun and head west. An attempt to get away from the cold. I wonder if they ever truly succeed. I've said it before, and I'll say it again; you are an amazing writer with the skills to take the reader souring into the world you've painted with words. A hard thing to do, I might add, and yet you accomplish it so effortlessly; I was sucked into a world that looked so familiar, and yet so surreal at the same time. A new place, a new adventure. Your writing is a joy to read- as always. I hope we all get the chance to be a star hanging in the galaxy you described- it would prove to be one interesting journey, no matter how long, or how short it turns out to be.

playwright - May 12th, 2006 Winter always does seem to drag on forever... and overtake everything, like you, and the trees, and the grass. Thank God or spirits or whoever's responsible for the now. I think Spring has washed our faces of those dirty pulled-down frowns.

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