Post by Zakura Kessin on May 30, 2012 10:07:14 GMT -5
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OoC note from the author: The one good thing that can come out of a dark part in life are what can be birthed from them. While they may be painful... writing... art... if anything of the sort is created from such experience... then that experience was not in vain.
A breeze shifts as ominous dark clouds move over the sparse forest... threatening to betray the light... to rain its tears upon the land. The smell of nature... of the trees... the grass... the nearby sea... all swirled around a lone person... as if it were warning him of the impending torrent. This lone man... Zakura... would have done what he always had done... to take in the peace. But this day... for the first time... was lost...
A breeze turns into a stiff wind... light dimmed... snuffed out... a tear shed. Memories unwavering in their flood as this man... alone... struggled against the one opponent he could never defeat... himself. A tear shed... the sky seemed to share the sentiment. Trees struggled against the opponent they could never defeat... the impending torrent. The sea swirled... bearing it's might against the rocks... rocks that once stood firm now crumble into oblivion. What was the point of it all... a tear turns into many...
A breeze breaks into a harsh gale...betraying... trees bend to it's will... a few breaking... falling to the sodden ground below. The lone man... Zakura... struggles to keep his balance... tears fall freely... memories of those he loved... those he called friend... the one he opened himself to...Kagomi... dust... he falls to the sodden ground below... struggling to crawl. Tears turn to torrents... flowing down the mountain as the lone man crawls upward with no will to do so... but struggles anyway.
A breeze gentle no more... trees...rocks... things that once stood firm stands no more... eroded... fading into oblivion. Their faces... once peaceful... were lost. All of it... lost. The clouds sobbed as the wind seemed to wale in agony... when will it end... what was the point to continue on... the sea laughed as it continued to betray and swallow the rocks... the once unbreakable pillars that held up the land... his zanpakuto... holding him up as a crutch falters... the lone man falls to the ground...
A breeze guides with cruel irony... the trees... the rocks... try to struggle against the inevitable. To change their fate as if it were their own... the lone man... Zakura... wants to escape fate... to return to that peaceful moment... memories... watching them fall... to disappear forever... over and over... is there no end to this?
A breeze grips harsh and cold... the tears fall freely... fallen trees makes sound no more... he can see them... ghosts... mirages in the torrents. He reaches for them... hoping they would reach back... they disappear into oblivion... alone again... nothing to embrace... pain... the worst pain grips him firmly... he can bare the load no more... the rocks... once stood immovable... now swept away... gone forever into oblivion...
A breeze cries... against the flow the lone man... zakura... reaches the top. Falling to the ground once more upon his knees as he looks up to the heavens... his face pressed against its drowning cry... a wale of agony of his own... he looks ahead... breathless and torn... a shell cracked and disfigured... he hadn't escaped... no light to shine down ahead... only darkness... only tears...
A breeze moves on past the lone man... to rain its tears upon Karakura Town...
~Fin~
A breeze turns into a stiff wind... light dimmed... snuffed out... a tear shed. Memories unwavering in their flood as this man... alone... struggled against the one opponent he could never defeat... himself. A tear shed... the sky seemed to share the sentiment. Trees struggled against the opponent they could never defeat... the impending torrent. The sea swirled... bearing it's might against the rocks... rocks that once stood firm now crumble into oblivion. What was the point of it all... a tear turns into many...
A breeze breaks into a harsh gale...betraying... trees bend to it's will... a few breaking... falling to the sodden ground below. The lone man... Zakura... struggles to keep his balance... tears fall freely... memories of those he loved... those he called friend... the one he opened himself to...Kagomi... dust... he falls to the sodden ground below... struggling to crawl. Tears turn to torrents... flowing down the mountain as the lone man crawls upward with no will to do so... but struggles anyway.
A breeze gentle no more... trees...rocks... things that once stood firm stands no more... eroded... fading into oblivion. Their faces... once peaceful... were lost. All of it... lost. The clouds sobbed as the wind seemed to wale in agony... when will it end... what was the point to continue on... the sea laughed as it continued to betray and swallow the rocks... the once unbreakable pillars that held up the land... his zanpakuto... holding him up as a crutch falters... the lone man falls to the ground...
A breeze guides with cruel irony... the trees... the rocks... try to struggle against the inevitable. To change their fate as if it were their own... the lone man... Zakura... wants to escape fate... to return to that peaceful moment... memories... watching them fall... to disappear forever... over and over... is there no end to this?
A breeze grips harsh and cold... the tears fall freely... fallen trees makes sound no more... he can see them... ghosts... mirages in the torrents. He reaches for them... hoping they would reach back... they disappear into oblivion... alone again... nothing to embrace... pain... the worst pain grips him firmly... he can bare the load no more... the rocks... once stood immovable... now swept away... gone forever into oblivion...
A breeze cries... against the flow the lone man... zakura... reaches the top. Falling to the ground once more upon his knees as he looks up to the heavens... his face pressed against its drowning cry... a wale of agony of his own... he looks ahead... breathless and torn... a shell cracked and disfigured... he hadn't escaped... no light to shine down ahead... only darkness... only tears...
A breeze moves on past the lone man... to rain its tears upon Karakura Town...
~Fin~
OoC note from the author: The one good thing that can come out of a dark part in life are what can be birthed from them. While they may be painful... writing... art... if anything of the sort is created from such experience... then that experience was not in vain.
