And a soft piano plays, just like a trembling heart about to awaken in a frozen wasteland of beauty and glamour, almost as though it was not meant to be there to begin with.
Suddenly a chiming guitar plays and moves throughout the air that it can bear witness to as though it is likely to surrender to a moment it cannot be in only to break through a barrier of confidence that is lost on those that do know it all far too well.
Beyond the playing is a hooting and a laughing of wild beasts dancing far into the distant night in tribute to the life they have lived and the death they will face, for they may be intimidating and scary, but they are most certainly joyous and celebratory and live to the fullest, until their bodies melt back into the soil that they stand on.
The fruits that hang above them in the clear night remain steadfast witnesses to the obscene scene that they witness beneath and above them are the wings that flap into the skies to go on the hunt for other things to see in the world of the avian.
A beat is felt throughout all that cannot be at the location of this event as they feel inexplicably drawn to let go of their ties and their suits and regain an urge to move to a familiar rhythm they have never heard.
Suddenly the streets are filled with joy and laughter and dancing and general good times as everyone experiences a simultaneous pulse of joy that writhes throughout them all, growing stronger and stronger until it can no longer be resisted, leaving everyone to unleash in a positive manner that allows them to feel free and full of imagination and excitement that they thought they had left behind a long time ago.
Indeed, it had not been the case.
Everyone is alive with energy when suddenly all are asleep and in a rest that was long overdue for too many sleepless nights had gripped everyone and anything and it was time for the world to be allowed to sleep as well.
It was something that needed to occur as everything was moving far too fast for anyone and anything to truly keep up and had it all continued upon this course, all would have moved beyond itself in a negative manner and lost its way, only to hurtle towards some sort of catastrophic oblivion of the self.
Days, possibly weeks later, everyone and everything wakes up and goes home to rest for a little bit longer before going back to a set routine that they had allowed themselves to shamelessly fall into.
They decide to take it slower, but they forget all that the rest had granted them, for routine must be kept as much as it can possibly be kept!
But the beasts keep on going, always celebrating and always doing the things that only they can do.
Oh, what joy.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 9:57:94
Slower, but still under ten minutes, so I’m alright with that.
Not too sure what I was doing with this.
It started off as stream-of-conscious writing and sort of remained that way, but I did end up getting an idea about what to write which then lead it to it having some kind of coherency… I think.
Still, other than that one moment, there was very little thought put into this.
I don’t think it’s that great, but at the same time I like how it turned out.
This was written in bed.