>I wrote this on my laptop when I had a nasty cold and touble sleeping. It was three AM, and I had just heard a song by Telepop Music called 'Breath', and the song wouldn't go out of my head. Finally, after writing this ficlet down, I felt much better, and fell asleep in a few seconds. If you don't get it, that's OK, because neither do I!< ===================== I'm used to live At night Just breath Just believe Another Day Just believe Another day It's hard To believe Another day -Breath by Telepop Music ===================== ANOTHER DAY by Roxanne de Winter The little green men spin around on their little disks as frisbees fly around like UFOs in the blue beach sky. Another day. I believe there'll always be another day. The palm trees sway in the tropical breeze, and the men on the disks spin faster, their triangle hats looking like cones from the rapid motion of their disks. Another day. The UFOs land on the white sand and the tall palms sway rhythemitically in the warm beach air. I lay nude on the sand watching the scene. I put a flower wreth in my hair and stand up, letting the wind blow through my reddish-brown locks. I run into the ocean, which is actually a sea of mist.... an illusion. I breath in the warm air. The UFOs in the sky fly idly by, and I feel intoxicated by he spell of the mist. It's a blue-ish violet mist that gets blown away to another place each to form another imaginary body of water. As the mist moves away, I am left with tiny droplets of moisture on my skin. I shiver as a snowflake falls on this pristine beach, melting in the white sand. A cloud becomes a dragon.... Another day. I just breath and it disappears into the air from which it arose. Just breath, and your life will be a lot easier. I walk by people with breathing masks and white suites, facing all kinds of dragons. Why don't they just breath? I walk by some rotting corpses. It's too late for these souls. The corpses are all in differant positions.... their stick-like bodies make little works of art. Art that portrays human loss, human love, human saddness.... They teach lessons for others not to be like them. Each corpse tells a story. Another day. There'll always be another day. Prestigious rainbows can be seen overhead, growing over wilted black flowers. I see some people sitting in the flowers, slowly getting their life sucked out of their bodies, and other people floating in the rainbow. They're mad and energetic, and from time to time one kills him or herself. What they don't know at the moment they take away their lives is that ther're giving away tomorrow. As long as you're alive, there'll always be another day. I know it's hard to believe. Far off I see a palace. A palace in which there is all I desire. But whenever I get near, the palace vanishes. You can never get anything you want so easily, I guess that is what this means. Though I'll work on getting everything I want another day. I'm used to live at night. There was a time I worked all night in a virtual mine, never seeing sunlight. I was enslaved in my quest for too much.... But when I decided to just breath, I took in rays of the morning sun and felt a new day for me had begun. And there'll always be another day. DAS ENDE |
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