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Dim World

Somehow the world around me has dimmed. The shades of the world are no longer vibrant but dulled by grays and blacks, the shadows looking more at home in this dark world. I am more at home in this darker world; the blacks and fathomless hues of my clothes match the blankness in my eyes. I can only move from motion to motion, my body acting only now as a machine to house my broken, weary soul.

For he is gone.

My soul like so many others is only a Half of a Whole. A piece of a greater puzzle, a lonely wandering partner for another soul. When two are joined only happiness can come from the Union. But my heart had sprung warning: to love and become One with another kindred is to yearn for death when the other Half perishes. But I ignored the warning, foolishly pushing it aside like a silly child who can think of no consequences for a dire action.

And now he is gone.

My soul yearns tirelessly, endlessly, to give my body to the Earth and o to the shining iridescent heavens to be One with him again. Dreams and illusions fill my head: violent deaths of blood and cold, stinging, yet welcomed metal; the peaceful look on my face as I float under the water, my hair drifting upward as seaweed in the current. Others that wake me in the middle of the night with tears freezing my cheeks, upset that I could dream up such a horrible fate. Gripped with despair for my weakness at not being able to carry them through to my end.

But he is gone.

Only those who are brighter than most in this gray and darkened world keep me sane and alive. But for how long I do not know. The pain of losing him is enough to constrict my heart forever, keep me confined in this self-made torturous hell forever.

He is gone . . . but soon I will be with him, for now only time is my Keeper, wielding the deadly second hand that adds to my misery in this dark, gray world.

Description
Dim World

Somehow the world around me has dimmed. The shades of the world are no longer vibrant but dulled by grays and blacks, the shadows looking more at home in this dark world. I am more at home in this darker world; the blacks and fathomless hues of my clothes match the blankness in my eyes. I can only move from motion to motion, my body acting only now as a machine to house my broken, weary soul.

For he is gone.

My soul like so many others is only a Half of a Whole. A piece of a greater puzzle, a lonely wandering partner for another soul. When two are joined only happiness can come from the Union. But my heart had sprung warning: to love and become One with another kindred is to yearn for death when the other Half perishes. But I ignored the warning, foolishly pushing it aside like a silly child who can think of no consequences for a dire action.

And now he is gone.

My soul yearns tirelessly, endlessly, to give my body to the Earth and o to the shining iridescent heavens to be One with him again. Dreams and illusions fill my head: violent deaths of blood and cold, stinging, yet welcomed metal; the peaceful look on my face as I float under the water, my hair drifting upward as seaweed in the current. Others that wake me in the middle of the night with tears freezing my cheeks, upset that I could dream up such a horrible fate. Gripped with despair for my weakness at not being able to carry them through to my end.

But he is gone.

Only those who are brighter than most in this gray and darkened world keep me sane and alive. But for how long I do not know. The pain of losing him is enough to constrict my heart forever, keep me confined in this self-made torturous hell forever.

He is gone . . . but soon I will be with him, for now only time is my Keeper, wielding the deadly second hand that adds to my misery in this dark, gray world.