Blog Entry
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Human longing is like a waterfall and Aislynn's flowed with a power I have not seen in a millenia. Her longing aches inside me, a faraway ache but one which still surges with the power of rushing water cascading through the air. Between the droplets of memories inside of me and her journal, I am begining to piece together how this tortured soul lived her brief life.
There was a man, of that I am sure. A man who came into her life and bathed her heart and soul with the warm spring waters of love and then struck her like an uncaring wave tosses a wayward ship before submerging her into the depths of the darkest ocean.
To heal her pain, Aislynn opened her heart to the arts. Those few who she had not completly pushed from her life saw an unearthly beauty in her paintings, heard the voices of angels in her songs and cherished the soul searching depths of her poetry. Aislynn did not see those things. Everytime she picked up the brush to paint, every time she played her piano, every poem she scribbled down in her water stained leather journal only reminded her of all that she had lost and all that her heart longed to have once again. She only saw her pain in her art, and in time she began to see the uncomfortable truths of how dark and lonely the world outside her tiny apartment really was. She saw what no human was suppossed to see, she the world spiralling out of control and realised humanity was powerless to stop it on their own. That was the day she first reached out to me.
more to come later...
posted by Lynzy @
11:07 a.m.
1 comments
wow... just... awesome :D