Yesterday, 11:19 AM
One of Many
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None of Any
Such is the nature of a vessel.
Lost, swayed to the currents of time in such a perfectly flowing beauty.
That which is immutable yet fragile found purchase to spite its tarnished preamble.
Such was the nature of the actor, locked eternally to the masks of those they would never truly know.
Such was the force to see the imagery of mankind placed before itself in the wake of meaninglessness.
Such was the nature of the foolish, set to shed alike the great serpents of creation.
To see that cycle shift, from one end to the next.
All for the sake of choice.
One such choice lingered within some hope to call to such a foolish, thorny length of will.
A murky mercury formed.
First the spark, ingenious as it was.
Second the ember, tight and haughty to its shape.
Third the flame, set to charge and fuel for those peers.
And the gale that'd followed, deft with grace and the beauty of a wish upon nothingness.
"I just want them to live happily."
That which is immutable yet fragile found purchase to spite its tarnished preamble.
Such was the nature of the actor, locked eternally to the masks of those they would never truly know.
Such was the force to see the imagery of mankind placed before itself in the wake of meaninglessness.
Such was the nature of the foolish, set to shed alike the great serpents of creation.
To see that cycle shift, from one end to the next.
All for the sake of choice.
One such choice lingered within some hope to call to such a foolish, thorny length of will.
A murky mercury formed.
First the spark, ingenious as it was.
Second the ember, tight and haughty to its shape.
Third the flame, set to charge and fuel for those peers.
And the gale that'd followed, deft with grace and the beauty of a wish upon nothingness.
"I just want them to live happily."
Such was the desire of one wrought from the strife of eyes unfit to see beyond the curtain of that world. Wrought and distraught of conflict eternal, such misguidance offered naught but the heraldry of wisdom. To live life enough for the many, she was the one and in her wake came many. Each with their own predetermination, a role to play and fill, carefully and mathematically sectioned and cut to fit into that world. Even so, the weight of strife malformed and the many saw to dwindle and spurt forth, trapped to the means of bearing life's ultimate hardship: choice.
As if to spite itself, the world denied the inherent nature set to draw the source of living-kind's essence alike moths to the flame. But one amongst that many fluttering motes of choice was undue, denied both the typical nature of knowing one self and the ignorance of objectification. What'd been drawn was not one to flutter and burn away in that choice. What'd been drawn marked that approach, not by instinct or curiosity, but by the fleeting, faded and inherent thought to hold a belonging.
Some would call its happenstance fate. To see such a flaw given life undue without so much as a name. Wrought from the mistake of one woman's shared hopes, the pitter of steps was placed forth. Mercury irises, silver streaks, and the wonder of such a softened path place the beauty of life before that supposed failure of creation.
One of the many saw many of the ones to inherit that lost dream of affection.
" Aaah. Wonderfully Forged? Mhm! Aheheheh."
As if to spite itself, the world denied the inherent nature set to draw the source of living-kind's essence alike moths to the flame. But one amongst that many fluttering motes of choice was undue, denied both the typical nature of knowing one self and the ignorance of objectification. What'd been drawn was not one to flutter and burn away in that choice. What'd been drawn marked that approach, not by instinct or curiosity, but by the fleeting, faded and inherent thought to hold a belonging.
Some would call its happenstance fate. To see such a flaw given life undue without so much as a name. Wrought from the mistake of one woman's shared hopes, the pitter of steps was placed forth. Mercury irises, silver streaks, and the wonder of such a softened path place the beauty of life before that supposed failure of creation.
One of the many saw many of the ones to inherit that lost dream of affection.
"One of Vionnelle's must'a got loose."
"What're ye' a parrot?"
" Aaah. Wonderfully Forged? Mhm! Aheheheh."
Cherished as it was, none could sense the outgrowth to follow that serpentine pit or the shedding trail of crimson that would see to taint that silver hope's wake.
One of Many