Alone Being

A Lone Being...
Within the blackness the dawning of the night, within the silence uttering no realm of time. The moment brief and unenduring, the stillness though vast and uninhibiting overwhelms the darkness. The glitter of light dwarfed by the sea of tranquility, as the moment breed’s form. This moment the soul finds the inner peace. A sense of no reality, through the night stillness the simplicity an insignificant time. A though a memory, a time of wonderment where thoughts and ideas sore as an eagle who flight has but one purpose, the endless search for life. The pursuit of freedom, where life and beauty are but one aspect of life in itself.
This moment of desire, the wonderful bliss with no regards, no pending problems no distractions, an unlimitless sense of being and not yet totally alone. As each time it is read new ideas and thoughts are revealed, new discoveries new outlooks of life. As each aspect of this, the endless change where desires are met like thoughts the tears trickle down the page. Where the sense of wisdom, life's journey is fought as the inner soul, whose thoughts search for freedom to rule. The inner most soul dominates as a feeling; the heart grows fond of love this question that is unanswered. When the mind grows weary the subconscious bring meanings of dreams. The mind grows ever closer to that place. Each step is closer still as the lines; the words are meaningful whereas the story changes. The warmth that leaves the body cold, drawing in the chill of the night. The grip of pain, the silent cry the inner voice. Endless searching for that inner peace, silence the unending unwilling stillness. As life is but a frozen wasteland through the cries, echo's sounds of distant voices from within the deep. That disconcerting looks a feeling of bewilderment a sense of loss. In the blackness where no one will know, no one can see you, or hear you, you are still alone in the cold harsh reality of time. An endless facade forward onward still, within each second the grains of sand displacing what lurks beneath. Within each second of time different sounds, ideas, and thoughts. Each word read once and not forgotten.
The stories told repeatedly as grandpa whose voice you remembered all so well. The rise falls and pitch, whose little girl fantasy's hanging on every word. Who's deepened voice sometimes resonant, the fond memories in each aspect now seemingly vast, as the waves on the distant shore? The smell of burning wood fills every crevice of your existence. Your mind eagerly listening with utter enjoyment, relishing the moment as the juice from a sweet orange, savouring each drop as if it were the last. This wide-eyed little schoolgirl whose expectations far surpassed his ideas. Whose ideas and inner strength grew as did the memories. A pair of red shoes adoringly, loved and cared for grew as did her special qualities. Her uniqueness her warmth and inner strength, a sense of love that comes from within. Whose compassion and vitality transcend all others, whose belief in her exceeds in expectations. Whose soften voice often heard now echoes in your mind as only just yesterday. As is time there being little space for another within one heart there is one more. Now some years later has been told. As the stories, the memories, the dimly lit candle flickers in the wind, almost translucent of life. The wax now soften over time is all but gone. Within the light the once soft hand now withered as the winds on a barren plain. The lines and wrinkles, the highways of life, tracing a pattern whose meaning tells all a story. Still caresses the pen, on the dimly lit page. A splash of ink and thoughts fill the once empty lines, steadily and brisking as not to forget in finest detail of being.
At dusk, the eve of darkness embellishes the inner soul, the howl, the haunting echo's a voice once passed these ears. The decades of individuals, and friends, who have now passed on? Their memories, the pictures now darkened and faded the corners are bent were once proudly placed are now worn. As the photos if they could speak, those energetic sounds that are promise of life surpassed those who now are remembered. Many years together whose smiles resonate in the minds of the young in thoughts. The vision of those now reminisced a sweetened smile now with saddened face withered and aged. When the ink dries this parchment will be a testament of time yet forgotten. This one being and always alone is now and forever silenced...

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looking back at a life how time has changed, vivid memories of sights, sounds, and inner feelings.

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Written on February 08, 1995

Submitted by silverbb53 on December 14, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Chris Goddard

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