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The mere mortal



Far away, in a world very unusual, with a sun that shines always crimson making everything seem golden all day. The wind tastes slightly salty and you feel it on your tongue. And the water is forever sweet because of the souls of ancestors that live in the lake that they drink from. The flowers change colours every day and the water is coloured lilac. It's a world too unfamiliar for eyes like his but it's beautiful, in its very own way.






There's a boy with an emerald light in his eyes, who dreams of a world every night where flowers don't seem to change colours but wither and die, where water takes the colour of the vessel it is in, and air that almost never has any taste. What a bizarre world and the people more so.

But that's not what made him go back to this very dream every night, unfailingly. It was her. Her name he did not know but in the echoes of his deepest desires, he knew what she was called but failed to bring it to his own tongue. It almost felt like it was a sin to verbally name something as spectral as her. Like all the galaxies would not allow him to address her, never feeding his fancy. Always making him come back for more.

Tonight in the deepest of his sleep, his mother heard him murmuring. With the utmost devotion, addressing his love. A love she knew of not this world but a world very far-flung. 




>>

As I drag my feet through the sand so cold,
in a world not mine and not very old;
She belongs to me but she breathes here,
she may be distant but she always feels near.

A world that feels like is made out of the parts of her,
stars came from her eyes, her heart is the ocean in a blur;
The song of the wind her voice,
when she hums the earth repels all other noise.

This world sees her as a goddess so I bowed my head,
I begged at her doorstep, with my heart so underfed;
In a fleeting moment, she smiles at me,
with that, I now was on my knee.

In a timid voice, I managed to speak,
it took so much strength but I did not feel weak;
"I know of a God who fell from the sky in love with you and hurt his skull,
Saw Satan in fear of your voice running away from his own brothel".

What am I in front of her magnificence,
she holds the universe together without telling anyone the difference;
I chase her every night, crazy, through this eerie portal,
But again even from a faraway world, what am I really, but only a mere mortal.

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His mother heard this and slyly smiled at herself. She strolled towards her bedroom to tell the husband that his son was going through exactly what he did before he found her.

Kinda runs in the family? :)








Until next time,
Love always,
S



*All artwork is off the internet. 
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