darkness falls (Part4) @ Thursday, Nov. 09, 2006 * 10.31 pm

Part 4 of 5

The little boy couldnt outrun the darkness, as much as he wanted to. Being obsessed with the vibrance and the colour around him, he soon grew to resent the eeriely quiet nightfall. His eyes, thriving on the rich textures and the paint-filled world around him, would writhe in agony as murky blackness surrounds them, screaming for the torment to be over. His mind, addicted hopelessly to the richness of images and the sweetness of his memories, would contort in pain.
Immense though the pain was every night, the little boy would somehow muster enuff steel, and descend into the nether planes of unconciousness.
Nevertheless, he grew afraid of the dark.

The little boy sought to outrun the darkness, but he knew inside him he couldnt. He was born this way; conceived from the depths of abysses, youngling of Night Mother. Yet the more he stayed in touch with brightness and colours, the more he craved for them.

Lately, the boy, now longer small, began to lose all interest with the colours around him. Perhaps its a by-product of the passage of time, or perhaps its boredom, or perhaps its familarity tat breeds contempt. It didnt matter now that the boy had more priorities.

Torn in the middle, losing his grip, slowly edging closer towards darkness as every second of his life ticked down.

That fateful day, the little boy felt clearly his vision was failing him. That fateful day, he was to have his examination. Even with his spectacles, words on the exam paper was blurry and distorted, barely readable. It got worse progressively. Head spinning ,eyes hurting, the little boy wasnt sure what was goin wrong. All he knew was that the time was close now. With that, he heaved a sigh of relief, and closed the booklet. 2 more hours to go, he thought as he closed his eyes to dull the numbing pain.

That night, the little boy stared longingly as the pair of spectacles by the side of his bed, yearning for just an extra second to keep the image in his mind. Strangely, the others didnt matter anymore. The bright flowers, the sunshine, the morning dew, little children running around the green fields, springtime. The little boy had limited time, for he was getting sleepy. But he was determined to stay awake, till he was ready to sleep.

The image of his beloved spectacles was the last thing he ever saw with his eyes. But the memory is everlasting and forever will be etched into the images that he would cherish for the rest of his life....

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Little tings exist, to serve as a distraction, from all the other tings that I would do better to pay attention to.
Little tings exist, merely to serve as an intoxicant, alcohol to the soul.
Little things exist, to serve as a magnifying glass, a device of scrutiny.
Little tings, exist, to serve as a pair of spectacles, to allow me to see the tings that i otherwise would not have seen.
Little tings exist transiently, but their existence will persist inside me forever

chEezy~ @ Wednesday, Nov. 01, 2006 * 1:05 pm

NEW MONTH

omg tmr is gp paper alr >.<

jiayousss C=C=