"Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the annunciation of truth. " -V
Imagine... land. The monoliths are reaching to the heavens desperately grasping for starlight. The eerily glowing sunset casts a dark shadow that stretches like a black plague across the rocky expanse. Turning towards the horizon, all I can see is the sheer vastness of the land. It is barren and wasted, hard and unyielding. Backing up against the looming stone wall, I shun away from the gaping emptiness of the land.
Imagine... sea. It is rushing all around me, threatening to swallow me into its swirling depths. The violent and turbulent waves churn the surface into a thick froth of foam. Looking down, the mystery of the ocean reaches out like a succubus, seducing the weak into her alluring embrace. With the tempest above and the temptress below, I lie paralyzed in the sea’s strangling hold.
Imagine… air. Like a dead leaf in the wind, I toss and tumble helplessly, buffeted by the billowing winds. Without anchor, I struggle against the onslaught of the hurricane, fervently hoping for something to grasp. Suddenly, I caught hold of a tree branch, but with a violent gust, I am wrenched away from security, assaulted once again. The deafening roar of the air rings in my ears, and the wind curls around with a plethora of stinging whips; I surrender myself to nature’s epitome of fate.
Now imagine… land. The sunset casts a red glow upon the rocky plains, illuminating the land like sacred grounds. The mountains behind me touch the heavens; they are the altar of the gods themselves. A lone figure stands in the midst of this wondrous sight; it is I, beholding the silence of land. From the shadow of the mountain, I walk into the warm glow of the setting sun, reveling in the solitude that has enraptured my soul.
Now imagine… sea. The waves frolic and gambol in the storm. The intense excitement courses through my veins as I ride along with the currents, gathering the foam like a plaything. Diving beneath the surface, the sudden quiet of the ocean strikes me. It is a miracle, how she can display such energy on the surface, and yet be so calm beneath. And it is beneath her surface that the greatest mysteries lie; and yet, there is an unparalled tranquility in lying in the embrace of water. With the gentle caress of water all around me, I flow with the comforting serenity of the ocean. It is a beautiful feeling.
Now imagine… air. Rolling around in peals of silvery winds, I let them toss me where they will. It is a freedom that I cannot express in words; a passionate exhilaration enfolds me as I cry out a release of pent-up emotions to the winds. In reply, they pick me up, letting me soar with my uprising surge of delight. And past the relaxing feeling of the rushing air against my face, past the excitement of ascension with the wind, a single thought shines like an incandescent moonbeam: I am free.
Just imagine.
Name: Foo Guo Zhong Melvyn
Age: 19+
Affiliations: MSHS (Pri), Rosyth, RI, RJC, SFX (LoG)
Bday: 14th Nov
Email: mel_protoss@hotmail.com
"Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the annunciation of truth. " -V
Imagine... land. The monoliths are reaching to the heavens desperately grasping for starlight. The eerily glowing sunset casts a dark shadow that stretches like a black plague across the rocky expanse. Turning towards the horizon, all I can see is the sheer vastness of the land. It is barren and wasted, hard and unyielding. Backing up against the looming stone wall, I shun away from the gaping emptiness of the land.
Imagine... sea. It is rushing all around me, threatening to swallow me into its swirling depths. The violent and turbulent waves churn the surface into a thick froth of foam. Looking down, the mystery of the ocean reaches out like a succubus, seducing the weak into her alluring embrace. With the tempest above and the temptress below, I lie paralyzed in the sea’s strangling hold.
Imagine… air. Like a dead leaf in the wind, I toss and tumble helplessly, buffeted by the billowing winds. Without anchor, I struggle against the onslaught of the hurricane, fervently hoping for something to grasp. Suddenly, I caught hold of a tree branch, but with a violent gust, I am wrenched away from security, assaulted once again. The deafening roar of the air rings in my ears, and the wind curls around with a plethora of stinging whips; I surrender myself to nature’s epitome of fate.
Now imagine… land. The sunset casts a red glow upon the rocky plains, illuminating the land like sacred grounds. The mountains behind me touch the heavens; they are the altar of the gods themselves. A lone figure stands in the midst of this wondrous sight; it is I, beholding the silence of land. From the shadow of the mountain, I walk into the warm glow of the setting sun, reveling in the solitude that has enraptured my soul.
Now imagine… sea. The waves frolic and gambol in the storm. The intense excitement courses through my veins as I ride along with the currents, gathering the foam like a plaything. Diving beneath the surface, the sudden quiet of the ocean strikes me. It is a miracle, how she can display such energy on the surface, and yet be so calm beneath. And it is beneath her surface that the greatest mysteries lie; and yet, there is an unparalled tranquility in lying in the embrace of water. With the gentle caress of water all around me, I flow with the comforting serenity of the ocean. It is a beautiful feeling.
Now imagine… air. Rolling around in peals of silvery winds, I let them toss me where they will. It is a freedom that I cannot express in words; a passionate exhilaration enfolds me as I cry out a release of pent-up emotions to the winds. In reply, they pick me up, letting me soar with my uprising surge of delight. And past the relaxing feeling of the rushing air against my face, past the excitement of ascension with the wind, a single thought shines like an incandescent moonbeam: I am free.
Just imagine.