Post by freezn on Sept 6, 2017 9:26:09 GMT -5
She inhaled deeply, the intoxicating scent of must and dust most would surely find displeasing expanding through her lungs. Filling her soul with a sense of serene calm. The places were few and far between that made her feel so. Especially as of late. There was a hole. A noticeable one. Something was missing. These past months in which she took flight had left her empty. Empty of that indescribable passion. That yearning ambition which had willing sacrificed the past twenty years of her life too. Where had she misplaced it? How might she once more rekindle the flame? Was she now cursed to live the rest of her unnaturally long life feeling this empty hollowness? This unending tide of not belonging? The agitating darkness ever creeping and all consuming.
Even the most simple of tasks had become difficult for her. Where once she there was a clear path, lit to an almost blinding iridescence by answers; she now only found nagging doubtful questions, impeding, and concealing the road. Why? What is the point? To what end? They haunted her. Like hell hounds nibbling at her heels. Never allowing her rest. Never allowing reprieve. Save for those magical places in which she had always felt at home. Of course there were bridges burned leaving a choice few of those havens no longer viable sources rest and clarity. She had accepted this long ago. The result of allowing herself to feed and fuel the fire of her passion. The price of having purpose.
Will this work? Can the embers of her soul still yet be stoked? What if they don't? What next? Why try? They came again. She had remained idle too long. Even in her safest of havens the hell hounds scratched and howled, demanding access to her inner most thoughts. Move. Continue. She rose to her feet, taking with her a stack of several dozen letters, each sealed with a shimmering bright green eye taking shape and life by four simple crescent curves. "Sage Notten dear. Could you see these letter delivered for me?"
Even the most simple of tasks had become difficult for her. Where once she there was a clear path, lit to an almost blinding iridescence by answers; she now only found nagging doubtful questions, impeding, and concealing the road. Why? What is the point? To what end? They haunted her. Like hell hounds nibbling at her heels. Never allowing her rest. Never allowing reprieve. Save for those magical places in which she had always felt at home. Of course there were bridges burned leaving a choice few of those havens no longer viable sources rest and clarity. She had accepted this long ago. The result of allowing herself to feed and fuel the fire of her passion. The price of having purpose.
Will this work? Can the embers of her soul still yet be stoked? What if they don't? What next? Why try? They came again. She had remained idle too long. Even in her safest of havens the hell hounds scratched and howled, demanding access to her inner most thoughts. Move. Continue. She rose to her feet, taking with her a stack of several dozen letters, each sealed with a shimmering bright green eye taking shape and life by four simple crescent curves. "Sage Notten dear. Could you see these letter delivered for me?"