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Ghost Room Ruckus

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As I sat away in my chambers of an ashen air, I quieted my thoughts and tucked my crackling heart away on an open shelf. I had lost faith in myself..and given in to a cold night. How could I create anything of worth that could be loved? How could I nurture any potential in me when I hated myself?

So the serpent came to me from the reflection of the moon on the windowsill light.

" I watch of your twistings, your anger and punishment. There is an illness in your heart. A malform in your dreams. It shadows your desires, blankets your wants and whims with the prejudice of a notion taken too far. "

It slithered on the air as smoke, and crept on my shoulders like a weight of some terrible stone.

" You feel alone with it. This presence, as if you are the only one. As if all that you covet and dream could only be defiled by you. We make poor effigies of ourselves...criminal lies of our character. We follow tangents and musings on the worst in us, and desperately shun any shred of modest good, any meek worth. "

I could cry on my knees, that terrible weight on me.

" You craft these beliefs, these lies of how undeserving you are. Oblivion is easy, to exist is to be cunning. Yet even when you were children, your hearts compelled you. Some part of you, even a splinter of truth knew the art of play, and passion to do as you pleased. "

Tears fell from its eyes in a crimson drop, falling through the air to gather in a queer sphere.

" A child had no preoccupation to decide what playing means. Only that they enjoy themselves. Yet it leaves them over the years. Forgotten. Meaning then must be exhausted on each and every moment, and every meaning must have a purpose. The way you things grow...you leave no more room in you for joy. All you seem to keep are damning notions you must be great or un-exist..."

" You compete far too much with the world and yourselves. And make all matters of the small or substantial a thing to be consumed or exchanged. You think far too greatly on the utility of life than to just live it. "

" Then what would you have me do?! What can I possibly do?! "

I cried out.

"...Dream again...you sad child...learn to play and dream again... "
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Published: 5 years, 3 months ago
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TastesLikeGreen
5 years, 3 months ago
This world contains far too little joy. Happiness must be rekindled, hope must be strengthened. u_u
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