Cracks
He was alone one day, too young to be noticed.
He grew wider and bigger, still unnoticed.
He longed for company, and one day his wish came true.
Slowly the group expanded—
until the wall collapsed.
Mirrors are always wrong
He was alone one day, too young to be noticed.
He grew wider and bigger, still unnoticed.
He longed for company, and one day his wish came true.
Slowly the group expanded—
until the wall collapsed.
The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a warm glow over the landscape as they strolled through the glen. The tranquillity of the moment was palpable, and the trek felt like a leisurely dance with nature.
As they meandered along the trail, one of them, perhaps inspired by the beauty of the surroundings, decided to steer the conversation into more profound waters. Breaking the peaceful silence, he turned to his companion and asked, "Do you know the deepest valley?"
The question hung in the air for a moment before the other, caught off guard by the sudden shift, responded with a hint of whimsy, "It's the sky."
And with that, the conversation lingered, the words drifting like clouds in the vast expanse above. Each step carried them forward, leaving the meaning to unfold in the silence between their footfalls.
Deep in the heart of the woods, on the outskirts of a quaint village, stood a castle where a little girl with eyes that shone like stars lived. Despite her beauty, the villagers didn't like her because she was different. They thought she must be a witch as she lived in the castle outside the village, all by herself. They had no idea that the lovely birds in the woods and the glassy streams next to the castle were the reasons.
One day, she woke up and realized that she had an empty rattling torso, and her body was turned to wood. She ran to the village elder, shouting in agony, "Why is my torso empty? Why am I wooden?"
The elder replied, "You always listened and followed what others told you, just like a marionette. This made you a marionette with no conscience and an empty torso."
"Damn!! I didn't mean that", one was clearly frustrated. "See, I mean to...", one continued. The other one listened intently, still failing to grasp. With empathy, the other finally coyishly said. "Why are you trying so hard? You don't need to. Afterall all we are just... words"