random sphinx
I wrote this in grade 10 for English class and my teacher laughed at me lol
Here I stand, above the clouds. I can see the very precipice of which I am to be unmade. The view from up here... I wish this moment could last. Alas, I have been torn asunder. Bereft of all that I am, I take one step forward. I can feel the chilling wind against my skin. Closing my eyes, I see faint visions of an immemorial wellspring, housing my fevered thoughts and ruminations in the form of dreary silhouettes. I can just barely discern them... crooning and wailing in perpetual cacophony. Ah, the meticulous proletariates of Brugel which lay within my mind. Their jaded cries give me solace in this desolate mind of mine. They dream only of restless nights and weariless days. The wind stops...
A saturnine overtone emanates through my being and silence ensues. A moment of respite in a world full of pandemonium. Silence, silence, silence, silence. The silence cuts through me like a blade, producing a never-ending void in which I am engulfed evermore. Within this capricious void of mine, I lay breathless. I can see it now, everything has brought me to this, as I draw closer and closer - to the razor's edge.
ancient thistle