Tuesday, July 16, 2013

The Saga of the Boy

2002-10-28 22:30
“who am I?” he said quietly as the time passed by so quickly he didn’t notice. “you are who you are” said the mysterious voice that resonated from all sides of his existance. “what am i here to learn?” the boy said with a faint quiver in his voice. “you are here to learn lonliness,” the voice echoed. “but why? why am i created to simply learn a simple lesson? a lesson so simple and so cruel. do you know what it is like to desire someone so badly not just for a lustful purpose, but a purpose solely on friendship?” the boy studdered. “you have brought this upon yourself and you should accept this lesson and live accordingly.” the voice said. “i don’t want to live in a shadow of love. i want to be loved. i give it out to the needy and the confused. it’s hard to continue to love…i’m forgetting how to do it,” the boy said almost inaudible. “your love is profound and heart is endless. you are simply too much,” the voice shouted. “too much?” the boy whispered under his breath. “too much for everyone. your voice shakes the ground and your thoughts tear the land. your love is so wrapped up on the chaos that you have created,” the voice insisted. “my love is wrapped up on the chaos?” the boy said as tears ran down his cheek. “your love is so wrapped up in your petty emotions that you do not show your love outwardly,” the voice rang. “but i have so much of it. i thought people could see,” the boy shouted out to the blackness. “all of that effort and you have done nothing boy. your petty existance is simply an example of what the human race has done to itself. it has wrapped themselves up. you are lucky boy. you know love. i see it in you. you know what it is like. many don’t see that. they don’t feel what you feel. they can’t see what you see. others have taken their existance and clouded reality so all they see is themselves. you are different. you see others, love others, but you can’t show that nor will you ever show that,” the voice lectured. “will someone hold me if i cry? when i cry? will i always feel the embrace of the cold?” the boy questioned, hoping for warmth. “no. no one will hold you, you are alone,” the voice finished.

2002-10-30 23:34
the boy’s guests left. he looked around and thought how his life could change. the boy closed the door and rested his head upon it as he locked it. he sighed heavily. “that could be the last time you speak to them normally,” the voice rumbled. “i know. i don’t want things change,” the boy said. “things are most likely to change,” the voice insisted. “i have so much though. will it all be destroyed?” the boy questioned hoping for a glimpse of light. “yes,” the voice stated matter-of-factly. “what have i done? what have i created?” the boy whimpered. “you have failed your guests. they gave without taking but you weren’t taking what they were giving,” the voice lectured. “i tried. i really thought i was learning,” the boy countered. he lifted his head from the door and heard the distant conversation of his guests leaving. “will i see them again?” the boy asked. “not like you do now. either it will be changed forever or the fear will grow and ruin it all,” the voice yelled. “nothing good can happen? i can’t believe that…i won’t believe that. some things are meant to be!” the boy argued. “you have betrayed all that you knew and loved. everything that you cherished has gone up in smoke and all you can do is sit there and challenge me to what i say. you know that i am right boy. your love cannot save you from this,” the voice said firmly. “it has to save me. another chance perhaps. that is all i need,” the boy studdered, on the verge of tears. “you have ruined your life. after the day, no one will be close to you. you will be alone, i promise you tha,” the voice finished. the boy sat there as the night crept upon him. the beauty of the sunset dissipated by the rising of the moonless sky. tears filled his eyes as his mind began sweeping away reality.

2002-11-05 14:37
the boy was sitting down thinking and the voice shouted out “you are bound.” the boy tried to stand up and move around “why do you do this to me? why do you keep me here? are you scared that i will leave you?” “no. i dream of the day when i do not have to see you anymore. just as the people around you, i am annoyed by you,” the voice insulted. “why then. why do you shackle me down?” the boy pleaded. “i have not done anything of the sorts. you have done it all.” “why would i have bound myself?” the boy inquired. “you do it in fear of the truth that you seek,” the voice answered. “i do not fear the truth. i open up to the truth of the world and the spirits around me,” said the boy. “answer this then boy. why are you shackled?” the voice insisted. the boy remained silent. “you don’t know boy. HA HA HA. you have only made your life worse. you have begun down a path that you cannot turn back on now. the darkness that envelops you is your own vice. the darkness seeks those who seek what you seek,” the voice lectured. “my journey is not over. i will go forward and i will find what i am looking for,” the boy shouted. “no. you are shackled boy. you are shackled to the place where you reside now. you cannot progress. this darkness will remain,” the voice rumbled. “i will progress. i’ll find the answer,” the boy mumbled. “how do you feel boy?” the voice asked. “i feel sad, alone, desparate, worthless, stupid,” the boy responded quickly. “that is how you will remain boy. there is nothing that can come close to helping you. even if you get what you are looking for, the path that you are on is full of suffering and sorrow. every soul that ventured down this path became as you are now. very few reached the end,” the voice commented. “i can make it to the end. i’m expecting to make it,” the boy said. “listen boy. you are shackled and you have your desires. to overcome those, you need to overcome yourself. you lack any skills necessary to do so,” the voice remarked. “i will find a way” the boy retorted. “Boy! you came seeking the truth blind. your existance cannot see in this realm. you will wander until you are forever lost. open your eyes and see the day in your own world. you do not belong here,” the voice threatened. “i have opened my eyes in my own world. i see much more than you know. my world is full of suffering. there is many people dying and mourning, starving and hating. i seek the truth in hope of bettering my people,” the boy said definatly. “yet you are bound and cannot move. your people will continue to suffer and you will be lost. i have warned you boy. your existance will be forever lost and you will never see another essence again. your sadness and suffering will cage you. a world of darkness will you forever live in,” the voice ended.

2003-10-21 22:03
the air was thick and cold. the boy stood there yearning to not be there yet he felt weirdly at home in the white air. it gave him somewhere to hide when he needed to but still he didn’t want to be there. he didn’t want to be in the comfort of what he had. he wanted something else, something he knew he needed from deep within himself. the voice crackled with lack of energy. “you cannot defeat me, boy. i will always return as i have done now,” the voice trailed off. its energy was clearly depleted as if it had just fought its way out of hell. “i still do not want to speak to you,” the boy looked behind him and saw the foggy air glow like a light was in the distance. he was puzzled by this. he for sure knew that he was alone. he made sure that he was alone. he started walking toward the light determined to know what it was that followed him. “boy, do not go. what you will see you will not like,” the voice muttered. the boy ignored the voice and continued toward the faint light. hour upon hour the boy crept slowly upon the light. the air warmed around the boy as the boy noticed he was stepping in water. “this light is close, i know it,” the boy commented under his breath. the voice lacking energy could not hear the boys words. the boy walked out just a little further until he was up to his waist in water and that is where he found it. the water and air around him were perfectly warm but what he saw made him terribly sad. everything that had ever happened to him rushed to him and he was once again haunted by the symbol which he saw engraved in the thick fog. “you can never escape your path. you are one who will never forget and never forgive yourself for your life. you hate it, you want something you don’t have. no matter how far you travel or how alone you may be, you can never get away from yourself,” the voice cracked through the fog “welcome back.”

2004-03-23 10:36
the cold sun grew dark. the light on the land started to fade. darkness took hold of everything that it could. the boy stopped walking on the path that he was on and looked behind him. he could see the darkness quickly covering his tracks and racing toward him. the light ahead of him seemed like a beacon calling him to safety. he ran. he ran so fast toward the light. he didn’t look back anymore. he just wanted to stay in the slight warmth of the light. “boy, what do you think you are doing? you know that you can’t outrun the darkness. it isn’t happening because of the land. it is happening because of you. you are the cause of all the darkness. it will forever follow you and cast its shadow upon your life and soul. forever plagued will you be with the coldness. the light that you see in front of you is an illusion. something you will never be able to obtain. you’ll run toward it forever, never getting to stay. look behind you. that is your life. you were born into the darkness and you will constantly return there,” the voice calmly stated seeming to constantly be in front of the boy.”i can’t believe that,” the boy responded in a staggering voice, running out of breath, “i can’t have that be my life. i need more. i need to feel that warmth on my skin. i need to have the light.” the boy continued to run as the voice he heard laughed behind him. the boy glanced behind him and the shadow on the ground was gaining on him. he whipped back around running as hard as he had ran before. his heart beat faster than usual, not just because of the running but also because of the panic that set in. his legs started giving out. stumbling for what was in front of him, the boy tripped and was thrown face first in the ground. the boy struggled to get to his feet. he glanced behind him and saw the shadow covering everything, approaching him quickly and mercilessly. he sprinted with every last ounce of energy looking back to see the darkness spread behind him. the light once covered where he was looking, the boy’s heart grew cold at the thought. all those beautiful things that the boy enjoyed were covered in a sea of gloom. looking to where he was, he couldn’t think of how things were, instead he only thought of the shadow looming about it all. the boy looked forward and ran into the stone side of a well. he tripped over and the force behind his running sent him into the depths of the damp confined area. it was a long drop. he looked up on the way down and saw the shadow cover the last bit of light. the boy’s world was lost, consumed by darkness. “Why do you still deny what I say to be the truth, boy?” the voice angerly nagged. “I have told you countless times that your life is worthless and nothing that you dream of will ever manifest itself. you are destined to walk the path that you see behind you. Just accept it!” Screaming down the hollow abyss, the boy managed to get out some words “i can’t. i can’t let go of what my heart wants…” With a splash, the boy stopped falling. Sounds ceased to exist as he plunged into a thick black substance. on the pain of hitting the sludge he lost sight of which way was up. The boy tore through the thick ooze as it slowly started to fill his mouth. The boy could not take that feeling. Soon he would breath in and suffocate on the overwhelming darkness. The boy struggled and ripped through the substance to try and find a way out of this shadow.

2004-03-28 22:50
the dark sludge started to fill his lungs. the boy breathed the rest of his air out in an attempt to keep it back. it continued to ooze in. the boys heart started to beat faster as he felt the sludge overtake him. lost in a sea and not knowing which way was up, the boy ripped through the thick substance to reach a sanctuary. his arms started to grow tired when an echo rang through the darkness “boy, give up! the time has come. just take a deep breath and take in your fate. accept it for what it is and do it in dignity. you are only fooling yourself and making yourself look like an idiot. if anyone cared, boy, wouldn’t they be here to help you?” unable to speak the boy nodded in agreement. there were no arms reaching in the sea to help him. there was no one next to him helping him to accept his fate. he was alone and was alone for so long. he had done and been through so much without anyone. the boy has roamed aimlessly through the land searching for something he had no idea of. the boy closed his eyes, his end was near. “do it in dignity,” rang through his head as he opened his mouth and prepared for the end. memories rushed through his head. everything he had experienced seemed so much better than where he was. his future looking bleak, he continued to reflect before that last moment where he would inhale and accept his fate. he felt the thick liquid move to the back of his throat and start to consume his entire being.

2004-04-11 00:52
“no, no! I hate you!” the boy said ripping his way through the thick dark sludge. his heart was beating fast and his arms were working fiercly to find his exit. the dark sludge continued to ooze down his throat slowing working its way down. the boy thrashed about red from anger. his anger fueled him as he searched for an exit. he found it. the subtle laughing of the booming voice grew silent as the boy leaped onto a ledge out of the sludge that surrounded him. his body completely covered with darkness. “jump back in stupid boy,” the voice started “you have no clue where you are. you have never been here before and you do not want to be here. your anger has lead you here. jump back and end it, boy, or be stuck here.” the boy coughed hard to try and get the sludge to flee. the voice was right, the boy had no idea where he was or if he wanted to be there. the boy continued to cough. his heart began to beat hard and loud. he could feel each beat in every part of his body. the blood ran deep and strong and flushed the surface of the skin with a redness so hot it nearly melted the sludge off. “darkness will always loom, boy. don’t forget that. you may lose track of it but it waits for you in every corner.” the boy stood up still a little disoriented from what he just went through. the images he had of that land that made him happy and shine were so distant. he couldn’t recall any of them. he just remembered that once he was happy somewhere. he looked forward to where he was going now, the only way he could see, and felt his face grow hot has he clenched his fists and grinded his teeth. alone with the voice stalking about, he started walking.

2005-05-16 14:01
wary of his surroundings, the boy continued through the darkness. feeling ever so slowly the rock walls that were around him. they felt damp and cold. the cold even penetrated him as he walked shivering. there were no beacons of light anywhere and the path seemed endless and despairing. he had no hope left in finding a way out of this mess. he had only his drenched clothes to rely on and the hopes that the voice would never be heard again. he no longed panicked for when he did, it did nothing to help the situation. he grew numb and apathetic. he forgot that there was life outside of where he was, he forgot that somewhere someone was thinking about him. in the midst of tracing the rock walls with his fingers, he stumbled and fell. he didn’t think that he fell very far but after standing up, he could not find the wall that he was following. it seemed like a huge opening somewhere with no walls. he sat down and a teard came to his eyes. frustrated, he wiped his eyes and closed him. he started thinking and remembered his youth. it was filled with so much light and hope. his faith was so strong back then. he wanted that feeling back. he wanted the heart of his childhood. he wanted so badly to just look at something and see greatness pouring from it. he remembered meeting others back then and smiling at them. they would smile back with warmth. he needed that now. he needed someone to smile for him. he thought that if he would smile it could help. so he did. more memories rushed back. he remembered how his imagination would runaway with him leaving reality a magical place. he clenched his fists concentrating incredibly hard to just feel how it was back then. he focused so hard and with his eyes shut imagined where he was. he saw darkness, only darkness. he didn’t want darkness, he wanted light, he wanted faith. a pinpoint of light came to his imagination. it came from the rock ceiling. it grew larger in diameter and with a huge crash the rock ceiling smashed down flooding the cavern with light. the tunnels all lit up showing ever crevice, every single detail of rocks. warmth followed the light. he sat there just taking it all in. all this greatness. he looked around and saw where he fell from and he realized he was right. he was in the middle of the cavern. he saw the tunnels around him and decided to follow the one that was the brightest. there was a large clattering and the boy opened his eyes. there was darkness and a familiar voice laughing at him, “boy, don’t be ridiculous! you need to focus on what is at hand. do you realize you are lost in a cavernous maze, boy? do you realize you are going to die down here? get out of your head, boy, and focus on what is really happening.” the boy’s faith was destroyed and realized the voice was correct. the boy stood up and started feeling along. a smirk came to his face. he shall go in the direction of the brightest light he saw. the boy’s hope remained.

2006-04-10 12:07
the boy scurried along the water beaten shore line ever so cautiously in the darkness of night. he forgot what he was running from but all he remembered is that he was running for a reason. he could not stop at any point to catch his breath for if he did, he feared that his past may come back to wreak havoc upon his soul. what was he running from though? he thought about this as he huffed and hacked his lungs, walking through the watery banks. the voice that he had so much hated his entire life finally seemed to be routing for him. it was a new arena for him as the paranoia inside grew from the support of the voice that once taunted, teased, and harassed him. a long life enemy immediately turned to friend. the boy trampled on, continuing where he had no idea. his future was unknown and his heart was losing hope. the voice tried to calm him down, “boy, i know that i have never been on good terms with you. but you must stop and rest. you are going to kill yourself if you don’t.” the boy picked his pace up at once – defying the ever so present voice. “BOY! Listen! There is nothing behind you, you are running nowhere quickly because you are afraid of your past. Just stop and realize what is going on. Just BREATH!” The boy ignored his statement and continued. the sound of the waves crashing against the shore echoed through the night. looking to his left the boy could see the darkness of the sea. during the day, the sea seemed more like a friend, providing company other than the voice. during the night, however, the sea turned dark and frightening. the darknening abyss occassionally roared through the sky as the rocks become horribly punished by the fierce pounding. the voice urged him to stop and rest and rethink his path. the sea was growing more and more fierce as the night progressed and the waves started to reach the boy. the voice was concerned. in one catastrophic second, the boy was slammed against the rocks by the sea and pulled out into the dark abyss. partially unconscious, the boy went into shock. his eyes grew heavy as he pulled toward the surface. he felt the air escape his lungs and darkness surround his pupils. the darkness continued to attack his vision as he felt himself slipping away. the boy, in a state of hysteria, saw a light at the surface of the ocean. through the light came a radiant hand reaching for the boy. “finally,” the boy thought as darkness continued to creep inside of him “after all my searching, someone has come to rescue me. all this fighting, all this conflict was not in vain!” with his hope accumulating, the darkness began to fade from his vision. with all his remaining strength, the boy reach toward his saving grace. the hand that reached for him was so beautiful. it shone throughout the entire sea, lighting up every crevice, every nook and cranny. again the sea came to be full of life and was once again his friend. the hand was so beautiful and strong. the boy’s heart filled with love for this saving grace and he continued his reach toward the hand. in one astounding second, he made it to the hand and began to grasp it. his heart broke. his entire life just melted as instantly his hope vanished. the hand melted away right before him and the sea became void of all light. “there is no one to save you, boy” the voice started. this comment gave the boy a small amount of satisfaction as his trust in the voice was well put. he felt proud to not have listened to the voice this entire time. But the voice continued, “listen boy! there is no one here to save you! you must save yourself! find that faith and hope in yourself and your energy! it is inside of you. i see it now.” the boy’s emotions flooded with confusion. he had no idea what he was feeling. the sorrow that the boy felt began to leave him as other emotions, once clouded by his self-pity, began to be made clear. there was his confidence. he felt it as well as the anger that he had, not for himself, but toward the injustices in the world. the sorrow and self-pity were still there but they were equal amongst all the other emotions. his heart began to trust the voice for the advice of the voice was sincere. all these emotions he felt, rushed to his head as panic set in. he had to save himself. his struggle had not ended, it only began.

“hurry!” the voice hastened. the boy still felt odd listening to the voice as a source of advice. the boy had begun to put some trust in the voice. he scurried the dark, jagged rocks looking for solid ground. the darkness was so thick, the boy could not see his own hands. blindly feeling around, the boy journeyed as quick as he could. the voice would not tell the boy the reason to hurry but the tone and inflections in the voice gave boy reasoning enough. “there!” cried the voice, “we found it!” the boy turned his head in every direction and finally caught glimpse of what the voice was leading him to. there was a faint glimmer of light off in the distance which indicated flat land. “we found what you’ve been looking for, my friend,” the voice said. “you were right about where to go, voice, i dont’ know what to repay you,” the boy replied. the boy gathered up his remaining energy and scurried to the light. with every step the boy took, the light grew brighter. the heart in the boy began to fill with so many emotions. “my journey must be over after i reach the light,” the boy reckoned, “it’s the only thing that i’ve ever searched for.” he continued to hurry through the dark lands toward the beacon of hope. a world full of darkness, living in darkness, submitting to darkness, the boy’s hope always managed to shine through. finally the boy would be able to view light again and see the beauty of the world instead of the nothingness that he had never wished to view. tears filled his eyes as he approached the intense warmth. after years of travelling in the dark, the boy lifted his hands as he came near toward the light. it is then that he saw them, his hands. they were weathered, bloody, dirty, and malformed. tears came to his eyes for another reason at that point. “how did i let this happen? how could i not give care to my own body?” the boy said as he fell to his knees gazing at his hands. the light in front of him faded slightly. he obsessed over his goal so much that he forgot about things in life that mattered most. this whole time, he permitted his mind to float through his breathing, through the pain, through the agony, through the experience of living just so that he could escape his life. he stayed there, motionless, for days, next to the colomn of light. “boy…boy…boy wake up. we are here boy,” the voice echoed. the sound of those words were so low and so deep that it resonated inside the boy. the boy snapped up from where he presumably collapsed next to the light. the light was still there, shining through the darkness. the boy looked around and down at his tattered clothing.” so many wrongs i’ve comitted and no idea how to right them.” the coldness that he lived in warmed around him. in the presence of warmth for days and still his body was absorbing the heat. he felt the small pin pricks of heat penetrate his skin, causing small amounts of consistent pain. neglecting his life had taken its toll. tears dried around his eyes, the boy looked forward into the light as a soft sound came emitting from it. subtle fear came into the boys mind. this unknown feeling came to him. his feelings of guilt and sadness quieted. he was calm. he looked down at his hands again and saw their raw appearance but was not frightened. he reached out towards the sound. he didn’t want to touch the light, however. the caution he developed when living with only himself gaurded him from entering in the light. the soft sound reached an apex of clarity. words streamed from the light that were so crisp, so clear, so beautiful. the words were embraced by the ears of the boy. so incredibly comforting. “boy, boy, it’s time to exit the darkness,” the mysterious voice said. “you? it was you all along who could have taken me out of this?” the boy whimpered in disbelief realizing that the voice that barraged him with feelings of depression and guilt for so long was the beacon of hope. he lowered his hands away from the light. “no, not at all boy. i am simply because you are. without you, i am nothing. this light is you, what is inside of you. this darkness that you’ve lived in is how you’ve viewed life. your struggles, your traveling, your despair is all in the darkness. in that darkness, though, you’ve held your hope. you frantically searched for an exit to this world in hopes of returning to a normal world.

The boy looked at his malformed, weathered hands again as his heart began to warm. It was a tragedy that he had neglected his body and the things around him for so long. He had always been so caught up in his own head and emotions that he never saw what was happening in the moment. This moment of reflection made the light not only brighter but radiate its warmth greater. There was a stillness all of a sudden. A calming feeling enveloped not just him but the area around him. He could feel the calmness in dirt, rocks, and water around him. There was a beauty to the calmness that he had not felt in ages, since before his journey. That is when he realized it. This was his journey, his story. His journey was necesasry in order for him to be at this one point in his life. To see the perfection in the light in front of him and feel the glorious warmth penetrating his body. The pinpoints of pain that the warmth once created on his cold, beaten skin now felt like a soft blanket covering him on the coldest of days. He didn’t when it happened but he was smiling. A soft and gentle smile creaked at the solemn expression he once swore to. In the light and the warmth, he noticed the silence. This silence was different from the other silences that once littered his life. This silence felt whole and complete. “Do you hear that, voice!? It’s the beautiful song of silence! It’s so warm and comforting.” The boys statement trailed off into the silence. Yet, the voice did not respond. “Friend? Voice?” The boy asked blindly. Where had the voice gone and why had it chose to leave at this glorious moment? “This moment is here for us, we have done it!” As soon as the boy heard himself speak of “we” he realized what the voice was trying to say before. The silence was calming and beautiful because the voice was him and no longer were they in disagreement about the journey. The boy’s instinct, intellect, and heart were all going the same way now. He looked into the light and stood up. This was the end of his journey, the end of the path that took him so far into the depths of darkness. The boy continued to walk into the light and came upon a ladder. The boy knew what this was; it was the escape from the world of darkness he had created. He grasped onto the ladder and began to climb. The pain in the hands and feet has he climbed vertically out of the cavernous maze was intense. It reminded him of the painful times he had getting to this point. The boy smiled at himself, knowing that he was on his way out. After hours of climbing, he came to the top of the ladder. He reached to the top of the ladder and felt something incredibly delightful. The boy quickly scurried to the top excited to see what it was. He stood upon this perfection. It was beautiful. There was grass so incredibly soft surrounded by a line of trees. In the middle of the grassy area ran a small brooke, gurgling a most precious sound. The boy saw it then, the source of the light. The sun beat down so gloriously and radiated such wonderful warmth. The boy closed his eyes and faced the sun to capture everything it had to give. This was his meadow, this was his sanctuary. “Thank you, for everything” the boy said as he thought of the voice. The boy felt an overwhelming joy as if he had just complemented himself. A sudden jolt ran through the boy's body as the voice screamed, "Boy! Wake up! You have to leave. Go now!" The boy stood up and realized that the beautiful and serene moment that he had was just a dream, a dream that was seemingly far away. His eyes began to tear. The pain in his hands and feet throbbed and he shuffled around. How real that sun felt, how soft that grass felt...it was just a dream and nothing to hold. "Boy, listen, I think I know a way out...but we have to go now" Shocked the boy began running, "Which direction?!" "Just continue the same way you are going, but quicker," the voice boomed. The boy run and suddenly realized that the voice said "we". His tears stopped and a smile appeared on his face.

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