Page 52 - Fallen Thoughts
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The flower was created by all of the malevolence in this world, with every
passing moment it grows stronger as the epidemic of hate also grows. Sadly, the
flower shows no sign of stopping as the homosapiens, the so called Wise Men, will
continuously tear each other apart for eternity. Disgusting really.
Ten years ago my younger sister and I were playing in the backyard of our
house. We got into a disagreement, as most siblings do, and it was beginning to
turn sour. Apparently, I felt I was too old to be playing with my baby sister and
stormed off out into the woods nearby. It wasn't long before my tear filled sister
followed me, begging me to return home. In all my stubbornness I ignored her and
ventured deeper into the woods. I tried to lose her presence by running up a tree
and jumping down in the opposite direction. I darted in and out of the beaten path,
hid in bushes, I tried everything just to get my sister away from me. I found humor
in her cries. In retrospect I was just plain stupid.
Eventually, I gave up on evading my sister and we continued to wander the
woods in silence. I wonder to this day of she knew we were lost or I actually knew
where I was going.
After a few hours of walking in complete silence we dreadfully reached a
field of overgrown, green, grass. The sky was a deep blue, without a cloud to be
seen, fading into a bright orange sunset. The breeze smelled sweet like honey and
we were entranced. We forgot our idiotic quarrel and rushed into the freedom
with the light of the setting sun at our backs. Our childish laughter filled the air
and I remember it was the last time I felt happy. Bittersweet.
As fate would have it, my sister was first to stumble upon the flower, and
even though I was well away from her, I was drawn to the demon. Our innocence
in the evil paradise awoke the slumbering beast.
My sister danced with the flower, her daze locked onto it, I was far behind
from her and the flower had yet to notice it had two children to slay. As the beast
