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This describtion below, is a place I would love to see, though never will. To me, it is beautiful, perfect in its own ways, perfections and flaws. Love me always.
The smell of soft roses floats through the air, erasing all my doubt and every last care. Everythign is forgotten except what is then, and all emotions are gone, and even if that is too easy, I can still dream. There is a large temple with faded grey stones and the single door at teh front is large, going to the top, almost. The doors, made of a dirty, tainted glass with murky waterflowing over it and down the large flight of steps leading up to it. Everything around it, the field of lilacs nearby, with white roses scattered everywhere. The large lake that goes on forever exactly a mile away from the steps, with it's water so clear, yet you can't see the bottom. Black and red rose petals float gently across the waters surface, so smooth and clean. Somewhere underneath the water, just floating on nothing at all, sits another temple. Grey seeweed overflows across the smoot stone that makes teh base. The writing on the wall would never be known by anyone who does not try, only those who care. It is a dullened red color, dull crimson maybe and it is written neatly in different directions, giving it no sense of organization or purpose though there is one. The doors here, much smaller than the first, are also made from dirty glass with a small current pushing off of the double disposition. Everything around this place, is silent like the very botton of the ocean. And the pressure would crush those who didn't care so even if they could read the words written upon the walls, they would never reach it. Inside, is dark until somebody who knows who they are, walks in and wakes the place from it's eternal slumber. A small circle made of the same dirty, tainted glass, flaots aboe with nothing below it. A small silver rose sits there, undisturbed and as silent as all around it. A large waterfall made of the crystal clear water flows upwards, towards the ceiling on each side of the wall, covering all of them. Within these falls, are truths never to be known. Walk through them and your soul departs, free from everything and free to be what one chooses to be, and whom one chooses to be with...
I love that place, but it only exists in my mind itself. So peaceful and quiet, free of life's riot, to love once more, unable to shut one's door. Wel, I am off, now, to do.....stuff. Yesh.
Always and Forever
Lovin
Zombie Doll` · Mon May 09, 2005 @ 12:35am · 2 Comments |
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