Post by Smother on Jan 6, 2011 13:19:43 GMT -5
January 6
I don’t dream in the traditional sense. Hell, I don’t sleep either; but I do occasionally experience something like dreaming. It’s bizarre. I don’t know what the f*ck to call it.
At these times the external world becomes muted and murky, like a veil is drawn over my eyes. I am inside myself then, in deafening silence, lacking even a heartbeat to tether me to the world. I am utterly alone - caged - awaiting the beast that torments me with a past I cannot reconcile. I wander the receptacle of my memories, fractured though they are - and like a dream, I recall pieces of my former Human existence.
These moments are fleeting and they f*ck with my head. They bring no comfort. But, I allow myself the pain, because it is as close as I can come to feeling something in this Undead body…and a painful something is better than NOTHING.
I vaguely recall Lordaeron as it once was. My life as it once was. The images are fleeting and the details obscure, so I have taken to writing down what I can remember. Though my decaying flesh threatens to obliterate me, I will do what I can to protect my few precious memories.
I refuse to be ERASED...
I was still a child. I wander amidst towering white marble columns…my mother holds tight to my hand as we maneuver the crowd. Father walks ahead; his muscular frame naturally parting the throng.
It is market day.
The courtyard overflows with people and their wares. Many smiling faces greet me. A wood-carved dagger is sheathed at my side…a child’s toy…my father’s handiwork.
I don’t dream in the traditional sense. Hell, I don’t sleep either; but I do occasionally experience something like dreaming. It’s bizarre. I don’t know what the f*ck to call it.
At these times the external world becomes muted and murky, like a veil is drawn over my eyes. I am inside myself then, in deafening silence, lacking even a heartbeat to tether me to the world. I am utterly alone - caged - awaiting the beast that torments me with a past I cannot reconcile. I wander the receptacle of my memories, fractured though they are - and like a dream, I recall pieces of my former Human existence.
These moments are fleeting and they f*ck with my head. They bring no comfort. But, I allow myself the pain, because it is as close as I can come to feeling something in this Undead body…and a painful something is better than NOTHING.
I vaguely recall Lordaeron as it once was. My life as it once was. The images are fleeting and the details obscure, so I have taken to writing down what I can remember. Though my decaying flesh threatens to obliterate me, I will do what I can to protect my few precious memories.
I refuse to be ERASED...
I was still a child. I wander amidst towering white marble columns…my mother holds tight to my hand as we maneuver the crowd. Father walks ahead; his muscular frame naturally parting the throng.
It is market day.
The courtyard overflows with people and their wares. Many smiling faces greet me. A wood-carved dagger is sheathed at my side…a child’s toy…my father’s handiwork.
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