||[Jun. 8th, 2005|11:25 am]
|||||Dir en Grey ~ The Final||]|
Once in a time a while back when life was still and the world was greener, a statue did move and lived in a glade that circled the circumfrence of every palisade. This statue loved peace and made friends wherever it went; it was always the attentive listener. Meditating in gardens of sprawling lush flowers, letting the sun wash over its smooth, cold figure, its quiescent ways intrigued the wildlife and the occasional passer-by. As always a turbulent world is as always it will stay, the problems of its friends concerned it deeply, so the problems would stay in its mind ending with a solution for the querent and a smile as they left. The palisade moved without sound that could be heard from miles around, to caverns imbedded in the deepest of earthly places; to the farthest reaches of sky where castles with donkey headed dragons resided. Thus was this stone monolith searching for neither a question nor an answer but a place that didn't exist yet was present every waking day. Some called it a mind-set and left for other destinations while others continued with there cares and worries. Still as the statue it was it never balked at the presentations and never realized the void inside. No talent to speak of so the palisade moved to the next site of tangent depth. The palisade itself was once a magnificent structure now reduced to rubble and scattered remnants of might and magic come past. Vines ensnarling the the broken bits of buildings, and streams flowing through cracked fountains made up this facade of paradise. In the last path of flatlands it traveled the statue came upon a querent who, like the others, questioned and worried. Yet the questions answered and worries somewhat abated the querent stayed by the statues side not wanting to leave. The statues puzzlement deepened as what use was the statue if there was nothing to be gained or answered? Such bewilderment dissolved as the querents presence became enjoyable and relaxing to the statue. Of course in the end things are never as they seem such as the reality dreams really are. Just as the illusion came questioning the querent left, leaving the illusion brightly placed inside the navel of the statue. It worked its way through the stone innards finally resting in the mind of the statue. Was it possible for this illusion to break a solid, stone statue that traveled, never resting? Sadly it was not enough and in time the cracks mended over and the statue stared at the empty space that was once occupied. The Final, the intention is clear, I stare.... with this left hand, unable to worded, every time I bleed, there lies the reason to live...and I discover words being so vivid and bright, even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand, so even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, the petals will only scatter as flowers of vanity.