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Crystal Memories

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Perhaps the final time I would have gotten to enjoy it. That sight… the beautiful, tranquil silence serenading through my mind. Everything was sunk within it. Only the music playing, and the beautiful lyrics echoing throughout the empty house. As the words ‘…and I am still here, with your memories… dreaming hopelessly, holding in my heart…’ The words played again and again. Repeatedly. My body, seeming like a corpse due to its relaxed state could do no more than slightly turn to its side and placing my hand under my cheek, as I laid on my side. The breeze was very gentle, as is came, swaying around me and moving my hair in front of my eyes as I gazed outside the window. The perfectly blue sky, cloudless, still, serene, simply beautiful. Only here and there, with a puff of white, like the cloth that was cut out from a brand new silk shirt floated upon the watery blue surface above. Its slow movement was hypnotizing to me, for I refused, and even if I wished to couldn’t have moved from the large beany bags I was resting upon.
         ‘…River of moonlight, I hear your voice, echoing. But I’m here…Alone…’ The words to me, spoken in a language with no name. Too personal for me to care to find one to name them with. ‘…Crystal memories…moments so sweet, I remember…’ Every word reminding me of promises, dreams, hopes that I never pursued like I said I would. Realization of what was true and what was not. A gullible statement, foolish, young love. Hopelessly walking through a field of memories and dreams that I did not care for anymore. A nostalgic level of sorrow holding back my mind. A room filled with antique artifacts…well crafted, priceless items. Each dream a design covered with golden layers, and beautiful handcrafted trinkets. As I stood toward it, I gazed into a window… the one that was connected with current reality. Can reality please remain like this? How I love that song… I never want for it to end, for it never will.
‘…the pictures are still on the wall. And why…? Like snowflakes all melted and gone away…’ Is that not how everything is? The cloud that had slowly and beautifully danced across the liquid ballroom floor was now passing by. It’s perfect white, attracting my eye like a shiny coin placed in a puddle of mud, and I, a raven awaiting to swoop down upon it. ‘…Nothing lasts, you said. Then why is pain still confusing memories? Only time will go on. River…has it’s end.’ Again I agree, with no questioning. As if though written for my thoughts. For I have tried to learn and not surrender to simple memories. All of the rich colors, and the beautiful scents spent and wasted to create this illusion…these dreams. Every taste and touch promised, yet unfulfilled. Yet as the song played, I sang along only once….’ …I’m still alone.’ The simple reality that stung at me every day, with me showing minimal understanding for it.
I slowly changed the side on which I was resting, now placing my arms around myself. Thinking about the new dream… the new page, which I hope to be a final chapter, because I cannot read this tragedy again. With final thought upon it, I lost sight of reality, as I slipped away into a beautiful world. The world we created together, and you never cared to visit. The world through which you missed every touch…every color…every smell that we built together with our passion…now I will share it with somebody else. As our dream slipped away, and I enter now this abandoned paradise which we put our hearts and souls into, I slowly see my hair gently waving in front of my closing eye, as the cloud passed from the sight of it behind the purple see through curtain. Goodbye, for which I need to go meet the new and maybe final chapter in my dreams. ‘…I’m alone…alone….
…Alone.’
Under philosophy because what is more philosophical than our honest thoughts.
Under Non-Fiction, because my feelings are real.

My crystal memories. Inspired by Kimiko Itoh's 'River of Crystals'

Image used is the Innocence soundtrack cover, and I hold no copyright to it.
© 2005 - 2024 Marto
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wistful-dreams's avatar
"‘…River of moonlight, I hear your voice, echoing. But I’m here…Alone…’ The words to me, spoken in a language with no name. Too personal for me to care to find one to name them with. ‘…Crystal memories…moments so sweet, I remember…’ Every word reminding me of promises, dreams, hopes that I never pursued like I said I would."

I love this part! It haunts me. :)

I wish I could write like you. :wow: