CrazyLlama2
Wanderings
Monahangray walked. He did not know where he was going or where he was coming from. He did not stop to rest or eat or do any of the things necessary to sustain life. He simply walked.
He smiled. I was constant, as unchanging as stone. But it was not a true smile, not an expression of happiness of joy, it simply was.
As walked and smiled he hummed. He wrote songs and poem never heard before. He replayed ancient ballads and common ditties. Yet he neither paused to write nor stopped to think. He simply hummed.
He walked through a land that was in between. In between life and death, found and lost, here and there. The ground was thick with vines yet they were not green with life nor brown with death. They were in between, pale green and dying red. Not alive not dead, it simply was.
Had he looked up he may have seen the birds. Had he looked up he may have seen hope. But he looked neither up nor down, right nor left. He simply looked straight ahead.
And so, he simply was.
Wanderings
Monahangray walked. He did not know where he was going or where he was coming from. He did not stop to rest or eat or do any of the things necessary to sustain life. He simply walked.
He smiled. I was constant, as unchanging as stone. But it was not a true smile, not an expression of happiness of joy, it simply was.
As walked and smiled he hummed. He wrote songs and poem never heard before. He replayed ancient ballads and common ditties. Yet he neither paused to write nor stopped to think. He simply hummed.
He walked through a land that was in between. In between life and death, found and lost, here and there. The ground was thick with vines yet they were not green with life nor brown with death. They were in between, pale green and dying red. Not alive not dead, it simply was.
Had he looked up he may have seen the birds. Had he looked up he may have seen hope. But he looked neither up nor down, right nor left. He simply looked straight ahead.
And so, he simply was.