Les miracles qu’a été peint | 21 August 2015 21:03 PDT A looming fate inching nearer, gnawing at the jagged edges of an eaten, chewed heart. An intense but invisible nightmare overpowering the strong and replacing strength with weakness. A bubble of an inner enemy unseen, blocking the last escape and sealing the walls into solid concrete. An illusion of reality – blurring truths to be discovered.
A girl sitting inside, amidst a settling fog of the past, a falling, sinking past to be forgotten and lost and forever thrown away … A girl breathing inside, a tingling scent of the future dancing amidst the gloom, a promise – improvement, sunshine, escape, salvation … A girl looking inside, eyes closed, seeing the rest of the globe unfold before her within the bubble, a magnifying glass against a small, tiny world of little hopes and promises, for the present … A small doorknob, shining in the distance, beckoning with a promise, an escape at last … The girl stands up, eyes closed, striding steadily and afloat, hovering within the bubble … Something soft but solid smashes against the girl’s face, and she sees a solid wall without opening her eyes, the way to salvation blocked once again. The girl sinks back into the heart of the bubble, thinking and lost in thought … The girl saw herself walking out of the bubble. She was free, at last, to roam the world as she pleased. Sunlight shone down on her face for the first time in eternity. She walked right into the beautiful daylight – and she started fading. The sunlight disappeared, and she faced a tall door with a single brass doorknob. Tentatively, she reached up to turn the knob – The brass doorknob turned, and the door opened. Cautiously, the girl walked through. Before her, in the distance, stood a shut window. The girl approached the window carefully. A bright blue sky lied on the other side and chirping birds flew across. She stopped, and unlatched the wooden frame, and climbed through. She kept walking straight through the blankness of fog and blur, not knowing where the route would end, the path to salvation. The air was damp and heavy, and the girl had to bend down to keep walking. She stopped in front of a huge brick wall. The brick wall loomed menacingly before the girl, and the girl stood back to observe it carefully, another obstacle in her path to salvation. She discovered a crack in the brick wall, barely large enough for her to crawl through. A mouse hole just left for her to crawl through. Without thinking, the girl crawled through the mouse hole. On the other side, a blinding light deafened her eyes and she shielded them from the intensity. As she peered through her fingers, she saw the walls of her bubble all around her. She closed her eyes again and saw herself walk through a different path. The girl walked through the bubble and was blocked by a large door with a copper doorknob. She stopped to ponder whether to open the door. She stared at the copper doorknob, then reluctantly turned away from it. The girl kicked and punched at the big door, crying for it to let her out. She finally leaned back against the heavy door, and started to cry. There was no way out. Suddenly the girl caught sight of something beneath the door. A note had slid itself underneath the big door, and the girl instantly reached to snatch the note. The note started sliding away to the other unknown side of the door. The girl stopped, her fingers too plump to fit through the crack beneath the door. She peered underneath. She couldn’t see. She pounded her fists angrily against the door, wanting to be let out … The girl saw herself in her bubble again, and closed her eyes once again. She felt herself walk through the bubble. She turned back to glance at her former home in the distance, floating as if asking her to go back to where she belonged. The girl shook her head ever so slightly and hovered across, seeing light at the end of the path. It was salvation. The girl broke into a sprint for the shimmering radiance she saw. As she started to step through the light, something hard struck her face. The girl stared up to see a wooden door blocking her view. It had shut right in her face. The girl pounded tearfully against the door, begging to be set free, to see daylight and her salvation … A light shines through the other side, and the girl looks up to see a glowing window. She slowly walks towards the window, and sees a different light peering through. After contemplating, the girl slowly turns her back to the window and walks back to the closed door. She tries at its golden doorknob but it wouldn’t budge. The girl slumps against the wooden door and starts crying. A faint glow beckons from below, and the girl sees a crack in the solid wall beside the window, a mouse hole. The girl carefully walks to the mouse hold and bends down to peer through it. She can’t tell, but there is a strange, mysterious radiance shimmering through from the other side. After a while, the girl turns back around and faces the closed door. She stares and stares at the closed wooden door. The girl suddenly sees a bubble, a bubble she is trapped in, with a closed door and an open window and glowing mouse hole, circling around her and mocking her with their mysteriousness and secrets and unknown promises, containing her destiny and fate. The girl opens her eyes for the first time, seeing the window and mouse hole as a path to salvation, perhaps a different path, but a promising path. A thousand years of living torment in a nightmare, ruled by fear and ignorance; battling an inner enemy of fear that turned strength into weakness; a seemingly last escape door shut and sealed, with a different route in place … A soaring thought, beating through the blue sky, strong as the wind; paper airplanes flying, through the wind and beyond; a reality of illusions, an existence a mere imagination; a thousand distant memories lost, in the wind, in the past, in the present, in the future – where the last escape lies.
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