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the thorns of the rose vines slowly dissapear..... and the sea of blood has been crossed once more.......in our world we lie, staring up at the storybook sky.....
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running through these endless halls, crying and dying again and again, the clocks endlessly ticking, going through countless doors,
only to find more and more that I was wasn't anywhere near you.....
slowly the darkness crept over my heart, I bled everyday from the thorns that punctured the skin...
then suddenly, the clocks chimed out the hour...
what it meant, I did not know....
the music boxes played a tune from a time I had almost forgotten...tears came to my eyes from hearing it...
then I thought I heard something, was it my imagination? whats that in the darkness?
wait.....did I just hear.......you?
no it can't be! its my mind playing tricks on me again!
then I heard "I love you" ......it was too close to be fake, my heart felt as if it was going to burst, and there in front of me,....there you were.....somehow.....finally.....
(will continue this part later)
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Long ago a girl marionette was left alone in a chest full of other forgotten broken dolls and marionettes. there she lay for who knows how long, forgotten by time and people.
sometimes people would open it to place in things or take out parts, but never once did anyone remember her.
A boy marionette walked alone on his own outside,traveling for who knows how long,forgotten by the people.
he then heard a sound, unlike any he had ever heard, a strange but haunting sound, of a music box...
he searched to find the source of the sound,
and was drawn to an old building, he went inside and to the chest where the girl marionette lay...
He slowly opened it..., as he did the music got louder and louder until fully audible.
The sudden light peirced through the old dusty box as it was opened and there she saw him standing, staring at her..
There she was, laying next to an old music box, the only thing she had, the last of her memories..., he had never seen such a marionette like her before, so unique and beautiful..., She was covered in dust and hadn't seen daylight in a long long time...
He stretched out his travel worn hand to her....
she was very surprised, something, someone actually wanted her?
she quickly took his hand as he lifted her out of the box,
brushing some of the dust off they both left,
hand in hand for the open world beyond them,
this time,not only for the human world, for a world within this one, their very own special world...................~<3
weave a tale, create a dream, stitch a cloud, build a story, wind up a star create your own world~~~
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I come from a land far away, a land you've never heard of in all your lives......
a land were storybook tales fill the stitched sky and birds of clouds fly by.....
were the sea is made of sweet blood and the moon is forever constantly changing color and phase.
the air is pure and wind doth blow,
although the air can become stagnant in an instant if I so desire.
 Elemental guardian Zaria · Sun Jan 11, 2009 @ 11:49pm · 0 Comments |
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