The Tale Of The Bird & The Rose

-[Dedicated To Someone Who May Never Read This…]-

She

found a seed once, with the potential to grow into something beautiful. So she planted it in her garden green; she watered, loved and nurtured it so she could watch it grow from a bud to a rose. Until eventually its soft white petals bloomed amongst the nettle leaves and became something of awe in that distasteful garden of hers. But she found herself struggling to care for it as the brambles and cruel nettles prevented her from tending to it without wounding herself; soon enough she gave up. With her eyes clouded with sadness; frustrated and distraught at her failure, she plucked it from the ground and left it to rot.

 

He

had a bird once, who sang beautiful songs for whomever it met. The bird sang songs that lifted even the weariest of souls and though the bird loved singing for others, it never sang for him; still he treasured the bird so long as it made those he loved happy.  But deep down inside, he harboured a sadness that of which yearned to hear a song dedicated to him. So he buried his sorrow into dedicating his time to teaching his bird to sing to others.

 

When the twilight embraced the sky one evening, things changed:

He stumbled across a rose one day, wilted and dying, he picked it up and it pricked his fingers and threatened to pierce his skin further. He wasn’t frightened though. Instead, he took the flower and hung it by his window, and it remained there for days, watching the wonder and beauty of the world outside.

She came across a bird one day that sang lovely melodies to her. She began to fall in love with the bird and the efforts it offered to every individual it met. But she noticed that it sang only in the presence of others and never for itself. So she sang to it, and it listened to her songs of woe and joy but mostly it listened to the way she sang only and especially for it.

 

When the dawn kissed the sky one morning, they met:

The rose had dried into a timeless beauty, and he adored the rose in all its unconventional magnificence, thorns and all.

The bird had evolved and sang wonderful harmonies not only to others but to itself as well, and she never let a day pass, where she didn’t especially dedicate a song to it.

When he saw the bird, it began singing to him, all the new songs that the girl used to sing, and the sadness he drowned with himself, overflowed and flooded him. But he was finally able to smile because the bird sang for him too.

When she saw the rose, she finally saw it for all its beauty and saw the world, from the window it was once hung by. It was then, that the darkness was lifted from her eyes and she appreciated the rose for all that it was and all that it suffered amongst the weeds and nettles that it grew in.

The two of them, thereafter, indulged in days filled with sweet songs that enlightened both their souls and gardens so rich in beauty it was near impossible to ever see different again…

 

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Awful painting by yours truly 🙂

…The End…

Running Further…

It’s dark.

I can barely see anything beyond the flickering light of the static of the TV; a dim light seeps in through the glass on the old fashion door and the curtains shut the rest of the world out. Besides the muffled voices from behind the closed door, there is only silence. Just silence and me. My heavy eye lids are struggling to remain open, so I let them shut slowly, as the quiet atmosphere slowly induces me into slumber… but suddenly a sniggering can be heard, my eyes shoot open and I examine the darkness around me… something shuffles, several things shuffle, a chuckle echoes – a cold icy hand abruptly grips my leg and begins forcing me to the ground which is melting into thick, gloopy black liquid beneath me. I scream, yet nothing manages to escape my lips. What the hell, what the hell. No. No. No! I grab at every piece of furniture, but my grip is hopeless against the grip of the hands which is crushing my bones. I kick at it with my other leg, and as I do… a fate even worse befalls upon me…

A million hands come stretching in from the darkness, grabbing at me, yanking me, there’s laughter, chuckling, deep and menacing. I scream but my voice remains stifled, my body feels heavy and then numb as each hand leaves black ink on every inch of it. And… I feel nothing, not fear, not despair, nothing. Tears stream down my eyes but my eyes feel glazed over with emptiness. My hollow corpse gets dragged into the ground and everything fades to an abyss…

 

A white light shines down on me; I squint at the whiteness that surrounds me and goes on as far as my eye can see. Where am I? I find myself in a plain white sun dress, the skin on my legs and arms bare. The air is crisp and cold, fresh almost. I breathe out a wisp of mist when I hear familiar giggling. I turn to see my friends standing behind me smiling playfully, and I can’t help but stare back at them. One of my friends step forward, she brings out her hand towards me invitingly, and I take it gently, and as we touch, a warm sensation entices my body, I’m safe now right? I let out a heavy breath and squeeze her hand; my lips somehow curve into a smile. My friend suddenly lets go of my hand and points towards me, the rest of them do the same. I blink confused, their faces are nonchalant and blank then a shadow falls upon me, I look up and see what looks like white roses coming flooding down towards me like rain from a storm. They come down on me, their soft petals grazing my skin, I close my eyes and hold out my arms and embrace the shower. My friends are laughing with me as they stare in awe at the strange beauty of it all. I open my eyes and grin back at them, however something in the atmosphere changes…

A strange sick feeling swims up from my stomach to my throat, and I gag and cough. What’s happening?

I look down in horror as I realise the flowers have withered and turned brown and sharp thorns hail down on me and pierce my skin, I yelp out in pain! My friends are laughing louder, harder than before; a patronizing smile sweeps their faces. Stop it… Stop it! Stop! I stumble backwards and trip, falling hard on my bottom; I wince in pain and gasp when I see that I am covered in the black soot again. I stumble to my feet; whilst their laughs continue to echo onwards; I stare at them bewildered, hurt and confused. I back away slowly, but their laughs continue to increase in volume. I sob as I feel the urge to throw up, feel the sadness envelope me, and feel the loneliness suffocate me. I turn and run, and I run, and I don’t look back. My cuts and wounds open wider but I don’t stop, they won’t stop. None of it ceases even as I run further back into the depths of the abyss…

And I never stopped running…