Muse 42: the Road

found via joann lee

I've seen the light. It promises something at the end of the tunnel, while I'm searching endlessly, has been just playing me like a fool. Some go all the way, find that gem and let it shine over their world, coating the greys with yellow light. I'm traveling this road, and I see the light. I've felt it tickle my skin and beckon me to the end of the tunnel to be saved. I've been in the light. The feeling of stepping into the whiteness is like the feeling of being salvaged from a shipwreck. Pieces of you are picked up, fixed and mended because they think you are broken, but it's just the experience. It's all apart of the experience, and I don't want it erased. I've seen the light, but the night has won. I will stay on the Road. The night has won.

Muse 28: of God

art by erica altosaar

She had asked, once, long time ago, "Did you know that beauty could be separated from the beautiful?."

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He put her arms over his shoulder, and she rested like a babe swaddled by its mother. With a rough bump, her body jumped up until her buttocks rested gently in the crooks of his arms. Then he proceeded to carry her still-warm form over the fields, where the tall grass brushed against her pale, blueing legs. His hands caressed what it could as the body slowly grew cold, and the colder it got, the more he found himself trying to run home. To save her before she froze, to save her before she was completely gone - the blood ran freely from her wound, like the fragrance of a flower slowly separating away, like the silence growing louder with sound, like humans living on the outskirts of humanity.