A/N: I was inspired to write this by a song called All of My Life by Park Won. If you haven't heard of him you should check out his music. I really like his music. This story has nothing to do with the lyrics, its simply based upon the feel of the song. I hope you enjoy this story. I'm honestly not sure what to think. You should let me know.
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Word count: 750
Song: All of My Life by Park Won (This really does add a lot to the story, please listen to it while you read.)
Warnings: None
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Can I bear to fly with the wings of another?
There's something euphoric about gazing up at the stars, wondering at all of the possibilities. What could have been and what might still be. Sometimes I wish there was a stairway, that I could climb forever just so I could dance among the stars. So I could look into their souls, as they look into mine. To see the purest of beings at its core. To drift along the currents of inky blackness for the rest of time subject to the whims of the universe. I intertwine fingers with destiny and let fate enrapture me in its embrace. I laugh in the face of fear and run past pain in the endless fields of paradise. The winds of hope carry me upon its back as we leave behind the sea of despair. I breathe with the lungs freedom and in my chest beats the heart of love. I dance upon dreams floating weightless in the sky of ambition.
I reach with fingers grasping at shadows; lungs screaming, I beg to leave. I want more than anything to be free, but the shackles of fear bite deep into the delicate skin of my wrists. The burden of torment weighs upon my shoulders bringing me to my knees. Because the stars aren't meant to be held in the hands of a mortal; not meant to be glimpsed with unholy eyes. We simply that, mortal. We are nothing special or unique. We are a cruel, ghastly, monstrous creatures that only care for ourselves. We are the demons that live among the divine, and yet at the same time, we are angels that soar far above the ground. We are beautiful, kind, and soulful creations of the universe. Our hearts will always bring us back to the ground, to plant our feet firmly there as we walk the unpaved path of life. Mud will cake on our bare feet like a second skin, the sun will scorch our skin, rain will pelt our backs and chill our bones, the light will blind us and the and darkness will envelop us. And yet we trudge on, climbing a mountain with no peak. The is no purpose no divine ending. Fate and destiny are no more than comforting children's stories. But isn't that the beauty of the mortal world, without pain there is no love, without ugliness there is no beauty, without normality, there is no extraordinary.
I lay gazing up at the stars, the grass soft upon my skin. The ground pressing up into my back, a comforting reminder of my humanity. The warm breeze carries the familiar scent of smoke of its breath. The trees sway singing to an unheard melody. I take one last look at the stars, the untouchable mysteries they are, and slowly I rise to my feet. The darkness isn't absolute, its split by light. The light of a campfire.
I stride through the forest my feet adapting an almost lilting gait to match the symphony of chirping crickets. Step by step I grow closer to the illumination. A figure sits on a log by the fire. The firelight pirouetted across his angular features. It enlivened his eyes with a being that was not himself. His shoulders were slouched as if the weight of the world rested upon them. His legs were thrown carelessly to either side as he leaned forward upon them. Gazing into the fire, he was completely enthralled by the flickering amber fingers that grasped desperately at the unforgiving night sky. Once I reached the campsite, he heard the crunch of pine needles beneath my boots. A gorgeous smile split his features. A smile that could light up the world. His shoulders lifted and he bounded to his feet. It was as if every worry in the world suddenly grew wings and flew away. A smile spread to my own features as I took in his joy.
But it faded just as quickly as it had come because; the smile, the heart fluttering in my chest like a caged bird, the feet drawing me closer, the eyes perceiving the scene; were not, and never would be mine. The smile upon my face changed, it became closed lipped; the kind that never reaches the eyes. A single tear carved its way down my face.
I know what I have to do.
I can't.
I must.
"Goodbye."
Could you bear to fly upon the wings of another?
