Emptiness Within, Part 1

Immediately after Sky extracted her silver apartment key from the rustic lock on the aging brown door… Immediately after locking her home of reflection, the lights behind her ceased generating light in a spiraling explosion. The piercing crackle of shattering glass slapped Sky Begrenzen’s imagination unknowingly. Of course like it would anyone who was unaware. The inconvenience caused a loss of grip on the cold, colorless key. The sound of the crafted iron bounced two times as it struck the damp and poorly carpeted floor. The key was now loosing itself in a forest as it escaped Sky’s field of vision. The hallway that was accessible once before is now a potential disclosure for composure.

Much like the music flowing from the uniform bars on an grained piano, a foul smell crept upon Sky’s nose and settled unto her unnerving heart with the experience of a talented pianist.  What was going on?! What was this horrible odor?! Question, question. Was this the smell of decaying death? Or perhaps, was this what Sky imagined lifeless life to smell like? No one was there to answer the questions. Surely a crazed sense of misunderstanding won’t allow resolve. No one was there. Not one living soul was there. All that was there was the sound of a desperately pounding heart enclosed in a sealed chest. Silence offered no conclusion to the mystery of the shadowing wave of darkness. Because of the black ocean consuming her, she was now pressed against her apartment’s door, terrified, lost in her own mind, and unable to identify the horrible smell and understand the connection between the unjustified events that recently occured. The lights she so often took for granted were now resuming to oppose their intentional function. It was the strangest thing. It was sickening and made the innocent woman’s skin shift. Sky shielded her weary face with her trembling hands to mask herself away from the asphyxiating aroma. She was being choked by essence of consumed light.

 

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Mood Gorning

The warm light of day and life anew steadily crept past the gentle fabric of hand-woven drapes. Delicate silk sprouts of blossoming pink flowers and light green pedals occupied the transparent majesty of subtle beauty, often misinterpreted and grasped by grant. Inch by figurine inch, lucidity oozed from the deafening marble, a puncturing blush of blinding yellow that swam in an abstract yet endless lake above our heads – the sun. It poured its molten glass with gradual precision, morning to the mourning, through the articulate vines, those of which are suspended from mass-produced bends of solidified grains of Mother Earth’s contents.

 

Mysterious Letter 4

Was it me? The blo** is stil* col*.. I nev*r mean* *o brin* *ou do*n, plea**, I’m sor**. I’m goin* no*here… I keep seei** you wherever **e whi*per* tra**l. The pa*s*on bur*s… I slo**y wat*hed yo* leav*, please come b***.. I thoug** I underst***, but I was wron*. I f*nally understa** now – when i* wa* t** lat*. You’re probably happier without me.. I don’t even know why I wrote this letter. It’s no* lik* it’ll ma** a **ference..

~That Dude Eddie~

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Mysterious Letter 3

 

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Mysterious Letter 3

The time I spent sitting with you at that table tonight was mesmerizing… I was lost in your eyes. I felt at peace for once.. I didn’t want to leave… I didn’t want to leave because I knew how the rest of my night was going to turn out… with me crying over another stupi* *ette*… *he t*ars are alrea** dripp*** *nto th* pap*r.. I’m sorry….. I know you told me not to cry. You said I was strong. I wiped the tears now. No more tears.. no mo** *ears..

I hope we can see each other again..

Sincerely,

(The name is illegible)

~That Dude Eddie~

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The Closed Eyes

If you keep the faith, it shouldn’t be hard to find. Closed eyes, closed eyes – shaded by a sheet of shame. Although the lion in the desert is opposed by the manifestations of earthly creation,  it still manages to stand its ground. No rhyme scheme, no. Just a cover of dismay. Closed eyes cannot see and knowing is ignorance. Thus, a lack of knowledge is blissful, and, at the same time, blind. Open your eyes and feel what was meant to be felt. No more hatred being dealt.

~That Dude Eddie~

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