The tune I hum changes from the upbeat song of The Unicorn to a more languid, morose one. I stay in the shadows, the moonlight the only source of illumination. Even with its gaze, the rock overhang that shelters me prevents much of it from shining in, and I'm more or less in the dark. I think I see movement out in the night, something big and winged. But at second glance I decide I must have been imagining it. Who would be crazy enough to be traversing this canyon at night as I had? I'm sure there are those crazy fools, but I still think that my eyes were playing tricks on me. I rest my head on the ground, silver orbs still open as I hum the sad tune. Of loss, grief, and miserable times. Death and dying, disease and injury. The passing of those we love and cherish. I can't imagine being shaken from my reverie, for there is nothing in the night to take my attention away from it. Or at least that's what I think -- until I see a mouse scurry out from behind a small rock, searching for its midnight snack. It stops and glances at me, evaluating whether I'm a threat to it or not. I lift my head enough to see clearly with both eyes, and blow softly. It dances away, but deems me harmless, and continues its search for food. I lay my head back down, my one eye lazily watching the mouse scurry to and fro.
Oh that I could be a small creature, free from the burdens I carry. But then, do not the mice as well feel sorrow? Joy? Anger? It would be naive of me and selfish to assume that I am one of the only privileged ones to feel such variety of emotions. They, too, have their struggles and triumphs. As the mouse finds.. something, I can't be sure.. I smile. His success in that moment is a sign of something good in the world. I have to believe that such good fortune can shine on all of us, and that in this moment I am just in a slump, a rough patch of life, and somehow I will find my way to the other side. Light at the end of the tunnel, they say. The little brown creature hurries away back to his home, and I close my eyes. Sorrow still fills me, but I can breathe easier than I had a moment ago.
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Tag: @Maxence
Oh that I could be a small creature, free from the burdens I carry. But then, do not the mice as well feel sorrow? Joy? Anger? It would be naive of me and selfish to assume that I am one of the only privileged ones to feel such variety of emotions. They, too, have their struggles and triumphs. As the mouse finds.. something, I can't be sure.. I smile. His success in that moment is a sign of something good in the world. I have to believe that such good fortune can shine on all of us, and that in this moment I am just in a slump, a rough patch of life, and somehow I will find my way to the other side. Light at the end of the tunnel, they say. The little brown creature hurries away back to his home, and I close my eyes. Sorrow still fills me, but I can breathe easier than I had a moment ago.
Tag: @Maxence
Rostislav
more than a drunken fool
