Muse by Moh

🕊️🕊️☺️ Slow steady steps, changing the position to place the foot so regularly, like pawns on your chessboard. My footfalls slowly crunching on the carpet of dry rotten leaves overwhelming my body with a strange compulsion. Pieces of dry sticks snapping under my now added weight (one year back this wouldn’t have happened) the sounds scaring away little chirping birds as their fluttering wings created an agonizing pattern surrounding the solitude of the green fortress. I walked carefully trying to block the whispers from the wind and avoiding to stumble on tree stumps. At times I wondered of the beautiful green that would have existed if the trees were let to grow.  The more I walked, the more I lost the sense of the fragrance of every tree I knew by scent. The air filled with the reek of decay and the castings of worms. The towering woods made it hard to locate the luminous petal of silver that always freckled the sky every morning. Every morning I looked at it giving me memories...

 ❤❤❤ I watched the sky get darker unmixed with oblivion, covering the star all over again, reigning as it always did, one little star would pop once in a while but then the clouds were heavier, the shining light dimmed as if the night sky has never needed it. the night becoming a part of the atmosphere as how a knight’s whip becomes part of the horse’s skin. I closed my eyes and tried to see beyond the sky, maybe I could see beyond those clouds, I needed the light so bad that I was losing my breath, I felt like the sky was caving in, suffocating as I gulped trying to catch an ounce of breath. I wondered how long I would yield up the immense shadows I possessed with the blunt and useless swords calling for things and beings who had vanished.   Dark nimbus clouds hanging low, as if they longed so much to touch the ground, to have a stand, to not just hang in the middle air, it would feel good, to have a say in what you lived, but it isn’t always the case. The clouds grew darke...