As she wandered the light changed and signalled the beginning. What she couldn't figure out though was what beginning? It might be the beginning of something new or it might be the beginning of the end. Her days had become etched with sadness so the thought of a beginning echoed in her heart and spoke to the light that began to move between the dark clouds.
She wanted roses on silver grass and she wanted candle light to wash her while she lay perfectly still. Without these things her days were sad.
Love had escaped her grip and now her she wandered among the lapping water and she knew she didn't need them anymore. She didn't need the curls in her hair and she didn't need the pity in the eyes. She needed the roses with the silver light.
Turning her face to the light she felt pressure inside her head and she could sense the madness just as she sensed the light. Welcoming the light made welcoming the madness with the rainbow colours that sunk into the sea. The madness needed rescuing so she allowed that to sit for a while as a gentle smile appeared.
She knew that smile and she knew that face. If she scratched that face would it bleed? Perhaps she needed it to bleed a deep red colour and then maybe the roses would appear? Too many questions and too much blood. She hated blood as it made her inhale but forget to exhale.
Deciding against the scratching she stroked instead and the smile grew more alive than before. The danger seemed to be moving away through a window that let the rainbow in. It was all in the clue of the rainbow in the window and the blood on the face but still she wandered. Knowing that in the wandering would come the end of the beginning that she was searching.
She was not alone in her search and if she held out her hand others would join her but she did not hold out her hand. Her steps became smaller and in the distance the light began to change.
'Off with her head' was heard in the distant hills but still her steps grew smaller and the world bigger. Seizing her moment she began to run and she ran until her heart bled. There was no pleasure to be had back there and rescuing the madness was all that mattered to her. The escape was on and the growing anger spread around every breath that had ever been taken. Suddenly the wandering had more purpose beyond just red roses on silver stems.
Reality blurred with dreams and running became walking once more. Rescuing became even more important and the image of the red roses was disappearing as it should. Never had she felt more evil; never had she seen more evil. But from the crowd came the speaking that sent shivers into the freezing water as chaos began to take hold. The final battle was almost upon us but the players need to assemble as quickly as the speaking spread. In the distance marched her friends as happiness echoed in the clouds and an unsaid understanding was uniting the players.
'Let me think about it.'
'After all this has all come from my own mind.'
'I will miss you when I wake up.'
But suddenly she knew it was all real. It was just too ridiculous to be a dream. Chasing a dream was meaningless but chasing reality made much more sense. The final battle came into view. White versus red and now she understood the significance of the red roses. She preferred the white as the red spread like a pool of blood escaping into the sea. In the redness the trump card was played early and the fear spread through every soul as it appeared from the distance. I believe the impossible though and that has to be my ultimate weapon as the whiteness makes its stand.
This was not the beginning of the end after all. Six impossible things before breakfast makes me believe that even the impossible is possible. As the white bleeds into the red it is impossible to see any victory. All she wanted was a fair fight and true self belief. If she believed she could win this battle she would, indeed, win.
'Off with his head' and this time the head did leave the body and with it the rainbow came out of the window.
'You will not have a friend in the world' escaped her lips as the whiteness moved between the sea and the clouds. The madness took one more bow before departing leaving her with a choice. Should she step into this new beginning or stay in the madness without the red roses.
'How could I forget' sung from the branches of every singed tree that reached out to take her on her final journey. Climbing onto the wet grass she looked to the sky.
'I happen to love rabbits and I will find something useful to do with my life.'
And then there was a blue butterfly. Of course there was. Let 2014 be a year of blue butterflies.
Until tomorrow. xx
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