Thou Hath Fallen

Calming Sage~7

The sun still rose, traffic did continue, the skies did not turn green and the world did not stop.No loud of applauses for them.Their problems looked so great until you viewed them against the seven billion people in planet earth and then you would realize theirs were just vague.
Mean but true.

Anyway,it was no sin to crave care-in the least some semblance of it.

He was a sheriff in some small town in Chicago.He liked the icy weather and the good fishing spots.He did not get 'action' like the big cities cops but at least he got to call the shots here.His word was law here and he liked it that way.He had a life going and he wished he could say the same to his twin sister.

What did she see in that psycho?

She had come to him all bruised and battered and despite his position,he couldn't help her.Kenny refused rather forbid his 'interferance' and he could only do so much with her refusal to file a statement.

Two years.

Two freaking years without any form of contact with her.He did not think that when she said she was leaving all this behind, she had included him in it.He missed her and he had survived this long by drowning his sorrow in work and booze.

Time and again he had seen her spent out on the bathroom floor.A disgrace?No.In ways she would never understand,she was his saving grace.His last thread at humanity.
She acted, felt,walked,endured in ways he would never master and he loved her for that and more.

Despite the distance they had this bond that reminded him like right now she was in trouble.It was like this suffocating feeling in his chest cavity.What did you get yourself into this time Kenny.
Gulping down his now cold coffee,he set out to the winter's biting air.He walked to no where in particular as exasperation creeped in.

Worry lines made his brown eyes look darker.He was her anchor.She had told him to back off and he did.All he could do was worry.

The stones lay bare
And the calm in the storm
A tsunami became.
To tear,to protect.

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The year was two thousand.Daughters and sons of time had a thousand or so problems but they would quickly toss a 'fine' when they were asked how they were holding up.Some in denial, others did not know how to bring it up and we'll there are some who argued that 'no one got them'.
The list continued to those who expected the listener to know what was going on

They were only human?

But who gave definitions to this humanhood... day would come and night would fall.Some nights the stars would shine proudly and in others they would hide from us humans.Or maybe they were still there and clouds were blinding us.

Humans deserved
No we were undeserving
Right from wrong?
Sadly, wisdom was relative
Even fools had their share

I had been thinking as I had the soft drumming of the rain.Its attempt to soothe me had not failed.The rain at least assured me I was not in some underground vault.Rose was no much of company right now as I went down for the fifty fourth press up.

My blood was humming like that of an alpha wolf.Funny how I knew so much while still in confinement.It was like any book I got my hands on became a religion till I deciphered it's puzzles and codes.Some were simple and others did a good job in appearing simple.

I missed my new found friend; Eleven.He could light any world up.He had talked of finding me a girlfriend and it all felt peculiar and a memory I particularly didn't like made me decide I did not want a girlfriend.
My parents.It had been too evident for me that theirs was a union of convenience.If that was all it entailed, then I want none of that lovey dovey mess but then again if there was more to it, I would want to explore and be taught by none other than love herself.

As I did my sixty fifth press up,I collapsed on my floor and enjoyed the adrenaline pumping in and out of my veins.It was a hum that was quite addictive.I had read about working out in this magazine that had been tossed at me.I kept on asking for more and let's say they never minded it one bit.Were they so ignorant?

Given, I did have my various moments of cuckoo but didn't everyone else have them?

The rain, the adrenaline rush,the cold floor,my intake of breath and my speedy heart beat was a perfect combination for my mind to take over and toss different perspectives,show me their rightness or wrongness.

It would then tire of showing me how things could be and realize they were mere fantasies.I would let out a sigh of relief as I blankly stared at the chipped ceilings.

Sometimes, a certain calmness would take over and no worries would dare make their presence known.I lived for this moments.When my heart would be shimmering red-bleeding but hoping.
Then there was those moments when an exaggerated reality would take over and my heart would be pitchblende-rotting and cursing.

Both states were mine.However, I dared not give either the power to control me.I just craved balance.Balance between the northern and southern frontiers and then my eyes woul let me see how they were worlds apart.
Then I would stop my wishful thinking.

I had read about herbs that had a calming effect but even they were bound to lose their scent after a while.
A calm could come before or after a storm.In the stormy moments,it was rare but definitely possible to achieve.

Then again would we really know the importance of peace and calmness if we did not know distress?

My heart did slow down and I went into my cot and listened to the rain's rage.Eleven would have distracted me from my wandering thoughts, or if in another lifetime I was a freeman enjoying the good side of life, I would go for the peaceful effect of that herb-a calming sage.

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