Sitting at home I have started losing my mind (not that I had any to start with), in a bad way. This post is not about that (even though I know that I need to get it out of my system).
A long time ago, in a land far away, there lived a girl. She was an ordinary girl, from a not so ordinary family. She had a childhood of constant conflict, a childhood divided in two. Often in later years she would wish she could unlive the childhood she had, she would wish she could erase all memories of it. Sadly, she had a terribly good memory, a memory most considered a great virtue, but only she knew it was nothing but a vice, a burden. Sometimes it's better to forget, to feel true bliss.
As this girl grew older, and her awkwardness seeped underneath her skin and corrupted her mind, she thought more and more often of hiding, of disappearing into nothingness. Slowly she withdrew into the shadows of her broken world, and shut out all the light. It was there that she realized she had a gift, she knew magic. The petty mortals of the world knew not of such a thing, and she knew they would not understand, she knew that they would shun her away as if she were an alien being. So this gift of her's she hid from all.
The magic she knew, my friends, was not your ordinary stuff of love potions and flying sky high, it involved no wand, nor did it have much to do with spells and magic words. No, her magical powers were beyond it all. She had the ability to go to any place she liked, change her surroundings into anything that pleased her, provided she would go back to the world in which she was born once the magic of the moment wore out. She had the ability to change the world.
At first she only used her gift like a drug, to drift herself away from the pains of everyday life. She would take herself to watch beautiful sunsets, and see majestic waterfalls. She would take herself to mountainsides and riverbeds, she would even take herself to space and roam galaxies never even dreamed of. She created lands of bliss all around her, she created a perfect world, where no pain could be found, no pain could be caused, nothing negative existed. Alas the ecstasy of drugs must soon turn into dark paranoia.
The burden of pain she carried in her heart soon seeped into the wounds and cracks of her world of escape. The pain permeated through her skin, into the air around her and made it heavy, suffocating her. Was her gift to turn into a bane? She could have succumbed to it, like she had given in to every sorrow or happiness that came her way, but for the first time in her life she wanted to put up a fight, even if it meant the death of her. Even death is better than a void, better than emptiness.
So she traveled to worlds of suffering with her magic, she saw the horrors of war first hand, she saw the inhuman conditions of the slums, she saw the hypocrisy of the government, she was an eyewitness of how that which seemed white quickly faded to black, and how not all black things were truly dark. She saw cunning behind the pure, and the naivety behind the corrupt. She saw for the first time human suffering, human bondage, cruelty and true surrender. She watched a suicide, she committed a murder, the turmoils and guilt of the world was now heavy on her back, like burden of the workers who carried bricks for miles to build a lost cause. Only then did she see the naked truth, only then did she cast away the pains of everyday life and learn to smile. She understood her gift, this ability to change the world.
Far in the future, when she had truly mastered her gift, and was busy bettering the world, she heard a voice ringing in the distance. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned to see no one. Then she watched her world come crashing down, it was a blur of color, like buckets of falling paint. And then it was darkness. Her pen slipped and fell to the floor, and a familiar hand reached to pick it up for her...
A long time ago, in a land far away, there lived a girl. She was an ordinary girl, from a not so ordinary family. She had a childhood of constant conflict, a childhood divided in two. Often in later years she would wish she could unlive the childhood she had, she would wish she could erase all memories of it. Sadly, she had a terribly good memory, a memory most considered a great virtue, but only she knew it was nothing but a vice, a burden. Sometimes it's better to forget, to feel true bliss.
As this girl grew older, and her awkwardness seeped underneath her skin and corrupted her mind, she thought more and more often of hiding, of disappearing into nothingness. Slowly she withdrew into the shadows of her broken world, and shut out all the light. It was there that she realized she had a gift, she knew magic. The petty mortals of the world knew not of such a thing, and she knew they would not understand, she knew that they would shun her away as if she were an alien being. So this gift of her's she hid from all.
The magic she knew, my friends, was not your ordinary stuff of love potions and flying sky high, it involved no wand, nor did it have much to do with spells and magic words. No, her magical powers were beyond it all. She had the ability to go to any place she liked, change her surroundings into anything that pleased her, provided she would go back to the world in which she was born once the magic of the moment wore out. She had the ability to change the world.
At first she only used her gift like a drug, to drift herself away from the pains of everyday life. She would take herself to watch beautiful sunsets, and see majestic waterfalls. She would take herself to mountainsides and riverbeds, she would even take herself to space and roam galaxies never even dreamed of. She created lands of bliss all around her, she created a perfect world, where no pain could be found, no pain could be caused, nothing negative existed. Alas the ecstasy of drugs must soon turn into dark paranoia.
The burden of pain she carried in her heart soon seeped into the wounds and cracks of her world of escape. The pain permeated through her skin, into the air around her and made it heavy, suffocating her. Was her gift to turn into a bane? She could have succumbed to it, like she had given in to every sorrow or happiness that came her way, but for the first time in her life she wanted to put up a fight, even if it meant the death of her. Even death is better than a void, better than emptiness.
So she traveled to worlds of suffering with her magic, she saw the horrors of war first hand, she saw the inhuman conditions of the slums, she saw the hypocrisy of the government, she was an eyewitness of how that which seemed white quickly faded to black, and how not all black things were truly dark. She saw cunning behind the pure, and the naivety behind the corrupt. She saw for the first time human suffering, human bondage, cruelty and true surrender. She watched a suicide, she committed a murder, the turmoils and guilt of the world was now heavy on her back, like burden of the workers who carried bricks for miles to build a lost cause. Only then did she see the naked truth, only then did she cast away the pains of everyday life and learn to smile. She understood her gift, this ability to change the world.
Far in the future, when she had truly mastered her gift, and was busy bettering the world, she heard a voice ringing in the distance. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned to see no one. Then she watched her world come crashing down, it was a blur of color, like buckets of falling paint. And then it was darkness. Her pen slipped and fell to the floor, and a familiar hand reached to pick it up for her...
