JUST ZOOMING BY
There you go folks, another chapter.
I actually went through with the double update, can't believe it myself.
Anyway, have fun reading.
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It's zooming by day by day. The people, their reflections, stolen covers of those who have been forgotten. They drifted away with no remnants apart from dust that soon faded.
Trees rustling in the wind as night looms over the winter cold. Even the little sounds, the ones we try desperately to hear, to reach out to, they give away to eerie silence.
It's all dark. It's all alone.
You see them walking faster, running, dashing, to or from, who knows. Trying desperately to outrun the night terrors, creatures deep within the blackness of the void trying to get to them.
We forget this sometimes. Something that holds more truth than we'd like to see, it's a painful pill to swallow and we keep putting it off worried that it will claw its way out of the chains trying to bound it back.
Even a white rose has a black shadow.
But the world doesn't want to see its shadows. So they cast their eyes away.
They live blindly in the whirls of their own expectations and perspectives of perfection that they don't wish to see the pure resemblance of snow, of a flower that is cherished by millions on the face of this earth, to be tarnished by the darkness it expels no matter how deep within it's buried.
A rose wasn't a showcase of undivided perfection was it? But we decided to overlook the thorns anyway.
The darkness still shoots out at the worst of times, and what's more at the best. It isn't something to outrun, never was. How can you when it lives within you? We aren't consumed by light, we are expunged from its world by the pull of the shadows that try to reach us.
You can't escape. You can't run. Can't hide. But why would you?
A body without a shadow isn't one at all. Souls reflect too. Everything does. We all do. They all do.
So let the night loom over the darkness. Let the things zoom by. It's time to stop running and break the eerie silence.
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