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Soundless Thoughts
Contributed by
Rumours
on
Tuesday, 21st April 2009 @ 11:25:57 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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In the midst of a empty abyss, I suddenly entered out of the void.
Into a world of foreign features, light and colour I arose.
As the days passed I grew fond of these sights, and moved in sync with my surroundings.
I grew and grew - mostly viewed by others - only in my presence, not in mind.
And one day my first leaf fell to the ground, and with it my first dry tear escaped.
Although I lost my first, others will soon replace it. I only have to wait.
I am stronger now, my appearance might be said to be the pinnacle of the tension that is my society.
Although thankfully, I have no responsibility. At least none have been presented to me yet.
While we all fight for the same source of nourishment that we need to live on, we all still share equally to some extend.
Some of us are bound to die, some of us are bound to carry on, bearing with us the memories of those long past.
It might be I wasn't strong then, but I am now.
Somehow it seems the more I grow, the more I become.
While maybe yesterday I had some, today I have more. Maybe to the cost of others, I don't know, and I don't think I care.
I learned long ago that to continue be, I must continue to claim what I need to survive. Sometimes even with force .
I see some grasp more of what they need, and relentlessly squander it on growth bound to rot within long, I am not that foolish.
Although I take no action against this, I always question their reason silently.
And quite frankly, I don't think I have the strength to counter them, not today.
Anger and pain, suddenly a opposition against my statue arose.
I've known about it long, but could never calculate its growth.
The once weak and frail looking figure now threatening me - I know nothing about, I only know it by sight.
But, out of nowhere my attention changed direction.
In the midst of my growth I had rejected to notice a pair of birds making a nest at one of my shoulders.
There were now chicks in the nest being fed by their caring mother.
I watched them grow with pleasure as they reminded me of once what was me, weak and frail.
Is it regret I feel as I watch them leave the nest? is it fondness of the days long past?
Maybe its pride, maybe its hope, hope that they too will fight for their position as a avatar of their society
... Like I have been?
... Oh, what was my position?
As a statue of strength my feats are nothing, as a symbol of absolute my tasks have never even started.
Did I forget 'something' while questing for the superiority, wisdom and strength that comes with age?
Oh well, as I am old now, ill just leave it to the young... Whatever that 'something' was!
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