writing Together

[Harmonic Revelations 8,835]

I have wandered, for so very long.

 

I have formed friendships that we thought strong enough to stand the test of time. We acted as one. We played together, we sang together, but most importantly, we were together. We were young, we were naive, but we were together...

 

We laughed, we cried, we would do anything for each other. That was so very long ago. It has been two thousand years, yet it feels as if it was just yesterday that we were sitting around our beautiful oak wood table, telling tales of conquest and laughing heartily. 

 

I no longer find comfort in these memories.

 

When I was young, in the desert, my father had told me that like the sands, life is fluent, and ever changing. Old landmarks fade away, and new ones take their place. He was only half right.

 

I watched my friends, my joy, and my hope fade away...crumbling to dust before me.

 

 

 

I sit here now, in my old age, wishing for the sweet release that they were met with, I find no such refuge. I sit here, with a knife through my chest, yet still I continue breathing. Why? Why will it not release me from my suffering? My body cannot die, but each and every time my friends have passed, I have died inside, yet still I live.

 

 

I just.. want to be together again.

Edited May 25, 2013 by Harmonic Revelations

[~Sole~ 852]

I have wandered, for so very long.

 

I have formed friendships that we thought strong enough to stand the test of time. We acted as one. We played together, we sang together, but most importantly, we were together. We were young, we were naive, but we were together...

 

We laughed, we cried, we would do anything for each other. That was so very long ago. It has been two thousand years, yet it feels as if it was just yesterday that we were sitting around our beautiful oak wood table, telling tales of conquest and laughing heartily. 

 

Why do I no longer find comfort in these memories?

 

When I was young, in the desert, my father had told me that like the sands, life is fluent, and ever changing. Old landmarks fade away, and new ones take their place.

 

I watched my friends fade away.

 

 

 

I sit here now, in my old age, wishing for the sweet release that they were met with, I find no such refuge. I sit here, with a knife through my chest, yet still I continue breathing. Why? Why will it not release me from my suffering? My body cannot die, but each and every time my friends have passed, I have died inside, yet still I live.

 

 

I just want to be together again.

I've heard this somewhere before. I think I've seen twilicorn say it in a fan video. If you created this, sorry for the mistake.

[Harmonic Revelations 8,835]

I've heard this somewhere before. I think I've seen twilicorn say it in a fan video. If you created this, sorry for the mistake.

I wrote this all on my own, on the spot. Although it's a concept that has been touched upon before in other works (The concept of outliving your friends).

 

I have not seen anything with Twilicorn like this, so it must be a coincidence or your memory is faulty.

Edited May 25, 2013 by Harmonic Revelations

[ActFast231 432]

This is really nice. It does seem Twilicorn like in nature, as immortality is not as amazing as it is made to be. Fantastic work here.

[fimdash 1,196]

Dang, this is pretty good! Did you write this with Twilicorn in mind? I read the comments first so it was impossible for me not to think about Twilicorn as I read through this.

[~Sole~ 852]

I wrote this all on my own, on the spot. Although it's a concept that has been touched upon before in other works (The concept of outliving your friends).

 

I have not seen anything with Twilicorn like this, so it must be a coincidence or your memory is faulty.

meh, its probably my memory. But I must admit, its very beautiful. It reminds me of louis from interview with a vampire, lost his loved ones and wants to be with them. But I wouldn't be suprised if no one knew what that book is anyways, its been overshadowed by the likes of twilight... sorry for ranting, it really is good though.

[Princess Periwinkle 3,775]

That was really beautiful. A nice little kick in the feels, it was. Thanks for writing this short piece.