Vauhdin ottoa

Saateteksti: Joskus täytyy kirjoittaa ihan vain mitä sattuu mieleen tulemaan. Tästä tuli nyt näköjään taas tällainen PLP-aikaiseen kamaani verrattavissa oleva pökäle, mutta jos julkaisen tämän, tuntuu minusta paljon paremmalta myöhemmin julkaista jotain, joka ei ehkä ole ihan yhtä korni ja hervottoman tasoton teiniangsti. Symboliikkaa vai satunnaista sanelua? Sinä späätät!Edit vuonna sadan vuoden päästä: Aikoinaan päätin, että "kneeled" kuulostaisi paremmalta, mutta nyt päätin että "knelt" kuulostaa sittenkin vielä paremmalta.


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Once upon a time there was a land of fear and pain and regret. The rains of pure madness made it thrive with hatred. The flowers of thoughts so dark that no light of day could reflect from their petals grew perfect on the fields of despair. They absorbed the rain and drank nutrients from the ground constantly enlivened with a dying faith, a dying innocence.

On those fields, in the womb of the pitch black shadow of a failed trust, grew an embryo, a seed, a promise of a tomorrow to come and end the night. And it grew, and drained all the hate and all the pain and all the sadness, until the fields were no longer soiled with bale, and the flowers were no longer black with anger and the forests were not filled with a scream.

As it grew, it reached for the skies reflecting on them the new colours of the world. It grew limbs, and eyes, and ears, and skin, and when it had made itself whole from all the dark things in the world, it took a breath, and then it took a step. The world was now bright, like it had never been before, the winds moving, the air fresh.

But as something is born in such a way that it never sees the kindness and good thoughts of the world around it, forever it is bound to walk the earth blind, and deaf, and numb, unable to perceive the light of a friend's smile, the vibrant wind of laughter, the warmth of a lover's touch.

As it wandered the now green fields of the world it had purified, it came upon the carcass of the innocence. It knelt down, and touched the remains, no longer feeding the flowers but forever deemed to lie just above the ground, to be a monument of the things past. It looked upon it, and did not feel.