Peril

My dearest Peril

Peril, oh dear Peril. In the cold breeze that tries to push you back, you fight against it and stand still. Somewhere along the line, you give up and fall onto the snow, the coolness of the snow seeps into your body. It dampens the rags you wore and called clothing. Thick chunks of snow start piling onto you, freezing your body even more. Peril, why do you lay so still? Your legs, though frail and weak, hold up no more visible fight. Is it that the disease of sadness spread to your legs and broke them? Did you wish to keep on standing? I wonder Peril...Why is it that as you stand upon this tall building, below you a city of stars that frolic around each other like a dream, why is it that you stare with eyes of black abyss. How is it, that, my dear Peril holds no reflection, as though a doll with stone eyes, unmoving and sickly. Cold and broken as you are, in the most useless moments you show power, you stand still with some sort of meaning, what that meaning is I could never truly know my dear Peril. The mind inside you, if any, moves like broken and rusty cogs, they creak and ache, tired and unwilling to move on. To my eyes, my lively and unknowing eyes, you seem as though your last drop of hope is fueling these cogs. Any moment, your expiration date will come into effect and those cogs in that mind will stop. My sweet dear Peril, it's the parasite that is melancholy that eats away. The scars on your arms and legs, every single one, are so clear to the naked eye...Why is it that it falls deaf to everyone's ears? Pleads not audible, but seeable, the human eye covered by this inhuman layer of ignorance. Quite, I thought of you as a body with no soul, but you always had a soul. It was a soul so powerful, nobody could see it, trapped inside skin that could not express this soul's emotions. As I still see you, my dearest Peril, as a mistake, the beauty that you are. To be a mistake from God, and so wonderful. As you bring peril to the world, you bring knowledge only you know. I wish I could understand you my dear, dear, Peril. How that mind of yours worked all along, how you still stood even as this disease corrupted your mind and body, physically you grew weaker but lasted longer than the others. How that is, I would never know my dear Peril.