I have one only one burning desire,
Let me stand next to your fire.
I will start this blog exactly the way i want it, at this state that i am into.
In unsuspecting places, things that are not supposed to be there suddenly reminds you without notice, it’s everywhere, it’s on top of the table over the left corner of where i’m standing, or that statue that stands five feet away from me, or this pen that i am holding, or that dress, a fugitive dress that a lot of authorities and ordinary beings have been looking for, because it is supposed to be thrown behind bars, as it is cruel and sadistic.
The absence, as what we knew of them, suddenly makes her presence felt.
Without notice also, we are suddenly transported to the valley of remembering where reminder is plenty, here you can faintly touch memories, you can faintly smell them, and taste them, you can even faintly see them. They flow as rivers, and they hop like bunnies, they wriggle like leaves when toyed by the wind, grew as grasses, and brown as rotten fruits. In this world people are exiles.
In this sort of place, people just tend to be alone, they are selfish with their own memories, they don’t even glance at each other. They eat on their own and keep joys to their own selves, They are people contented with their past.
In this world, people are uncaring of what is happening and what will happen, they laugh at long ago jokes repeated over and over. In this world rain is eternal for they are the memories of the valley. In this world all that happened happens again, in private. However, it is only momentary, it ends in an hour. The length is not usually that long, it started with 15 minutes, a lot of people were apprehensive at first, they were afraid, because they don’t know how to deal with how they were before, they’re confused, they don’t know what to do, where to begin and other necessary assumed mannerisms. It went well for a few months until people suddenly succumbed to greed, they want more. There were protests all over, demonstrations of different gravity, because revisiting memories is not an option that time, they were impositions, they are dictates. After a few months into the protest the valley agreed to the demands of exiles.
What will happen to the world we momentarily left? Or what is actually happening right now to the world we unwillingly left?
I’ve heard it has sent out a party to hunt us, all of them were looking for us. There’s pandemonium in the city, they want us back. They don’t ride cars anymore, they don’t eat fat, they don’t smile and they no longer have love. The world is sad as it is right now.
This world has been sad for a long time, even before we left them. This world resents it’s own presence, the people resent each other, they kill, they rob, and steal not just possessions, but feeling as well.
The world whom we left, is, also better without us, it doesn’t need additional noises, it doesn’t need more sadness.
I’m not an exile i’ll tell you why, because i hover in-between worlds.
A lot of things can be a reminder, i see them as something that occurs naturally, for most of them they are guilt, for me they are pleasures.
I don’t belong to any of the worlds. when i am confused where to settle, i only send postcards.
For now, let me just sing the melody of the void, in crescendo.
The Sun is the star at the center of the Solar System. It is almost perfectlyspherical and consists of hot plasma interwoven with magnetic fields. It has a diameter of about 1,392,000 km, about 109 times that of Earth, and its mass (about 2×1030 kilograms, 330,000 times that of Earth) accounts for about 99.86% of the total mass of the Solar System. Chemically, about three quarters of the Sun’s mass consists of hydrogen, while the rest is mostlyhelium. Less than 2% consists of heavier elements, including oxygen, carbon,neon, iron, and others.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sun