you said something about don't leave, before you fell back asleep
auroras and blind men | denmark-centric | pg | 123 words
But he is no blind man, he thinks, washing the blood off his eyelids.
Denmark washes the blood off of his axe and body; lets it float downstream. Colors dilating and making the most wonderful sorts of patterns in the moving stream, the rocks at the bottom all slippery with moss so some sort of effort has to be made to move around. It’s almost frozen over, cold enough to wake up his senses, which are all hazed over. His mind is clouded like the eyes of a blind man.
But he is no blind man, he thinks, washing the blood off his eyelids. One day, though, he thinks he will go blind, a world of red instead of the black of a wintertime night sky, with no auroras to light the path he should be following.
at one time, he was | russia-centric | pg | 92 words
he ponders how he has come so far and seen things that should have broken him, but never did.
Screaming like the world fell on him, Ivan curls up on the ground. He is young and afraid when he hears the horses coming. Their galloping like thunder ripping apart the Heavens above so God falls from the clouds.
Years later, when he sits on rolling hills of snow that remind him of clouds and that memory, he ponders how he has come so far and seen things that should have broken him, but never did.
He wonders how he could survive his fall, but God, coming down from the clouds, never did.
But he is no blind man, he thinks, washing the blood off his eyelids.
Denmark washes the blood off of his axe and body; lets it float downstream. Colors dilating and making the most wonderful sorts of patterns in the moving stream, the rocks at the bottom all slippery with moss so some sort of effort has to be made to move around. It’s almost frozen over, cold enough to wake up his senses, which are all hazed over. His mind is clouded like the eyes of a blind man.
But he is no blind man, he thinks, washing the blood off his eyelids. One day, though, he thinks he will go blind, a world of red instead of the black of a wintertime night sky, with no auroras to light the path he should be following.
at one time, he was | russia-centric | pg | 92 words
he ponders how he has come so far and seen things that should have broken him, but never did.
Screaming like the world fell on him, Ivan curls up on the ground. He is young and afraid when he hears the horses coming. Their galloping like thunder ripping apart the Heavens above so God falls from the clouds.
Years later, when he sits on rolling hills of snow that remind him of clouds and that memory, he ponders how he has come so far and seen things that should have broken him, but never did.
He wonders how he could survive his fall, but God, coming down from the clouds, never did.