Life Inside White Walls

Life Inside White Walls [10] Heartthrob Pinks

© Kalee E 2011

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The blushing rose has painted itself,

With the fair color that one has when blood rises.

Its symbol is hushed but clear,

As hearts beat with such an ache that it hurts.

I who never felt such a fleeting feeling,

Wonders if such a shade could ever adore my face.

Yet now that I hear the sudden rush of drums,

And the batting beats of my thriving organ,

I begin to wonder if my heart will even live through this sound.

-Kalee E 

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I could smell the faint alluring scent of flowers.

The sweetness rolled off in waves as they clutter my mind in a almost mind numbing sense while the colors of the flora trailed off into the far distance until it burled. The scene itself was rather faint, like a mere memory or mirage that blended within itself with the rest of the sky that remained pallid and vacant. Though it was clearly not true to its meaning, It vaguely reminded me f the outside world. A place that I have longed to see ever since I’ve entered this dull prison.

Though it seemed like a fruitless dream, I couldn’t help myself as I relished the aroma of this illusion.

The flowers in the scene were bright and cheerful, the colors blending in with one another as the imaginary rays of the sun brushed against them with an almost loving caress. For once, my mind was warm. My heart sang a ballad as I attempted to steady my breathing. The thrumming in my veins felt both new and rejuvenating as though something inside me was being born from within the confines of this restless beating.

Feeling the thrumming quickening in my chest, I raised a hand and lightly held it over beating organ that continued to hum from within. What was causing such a sensation? It was peculiar, if not positively alarming at how fast my heart raced with such ferocity. Could it be this dream that was causing such an unusual feeling?

Suddenly, as though something were calling me, I glanced up to the vacant sky, and imagined the true color of this paled atmosphere. Soon, as my thoughts processes the color that belong to the world above, I watched in stunned silence as the blue tinted color washed over the space, as if someone were painting it. It was beautiful, a pure master piece that drew me in as I stared into the oddly colored sapphire sky.

I breathed in slowly, expecting smell the wonderful fragrance of the flowers that were below my feet. Yet, instead of receiving the tempting scent of the sweet flora, I detected the hint of fresh dew and the faint trace of wood.  

Puzzled, I breathed in again, wondering if I was just imagining the sudden shift in scents. Too my surprise, I wasn’t imagining it. If anything, the smell was getting stronger with every breath I took as the sweet fragrance of the flowers began to fade. Though I loved the alluring perfume of the plants, I found this new redolence to be both refreshing and comforting. I found myself practically gulping down the smell as if it were water, rather than an odor traveling in a nonexistent air.

Raising my head once more, I gaze deeply into the heavens as though my eyes could pierce the sky.

Sapphire blue, it was quite odd for a shade since it was darker than the faint memory than I could recall of the true sky outside.  The image of a pair of orbs came to my thoughts as I closed my eyes to envision them clearly. Slowly, they took shape their circular form to lines that drew over the top and bottom while it curved as they connected to make a shape that vaguely reminded me of eyes. Then, as the lines became more detailed and added thin lines along the curves and grew thicker until they resembled eye lashes. Slowly, I was beginning to piece the information that I was collecting from image as it progressed. It wasn’t until I began looking closely at the picture did I realized they were incredibly familiar.