Nameless Longings

April 17, 2011
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When they were little they dreamed of faraway lands, of castles and adventures. Of true love and sunlit days. They dreamed there was a place for them in this misfit world they are caged in; they dreamed there was a Heaven on Earth.
They went to school and learned to live in a box inside their minds and build high walls around the things that tried to grow. They grew up and picked out a plastic tomb out of a box, and they married them. They lived in a life-size box, and, sometimes, they smelt on the wind PINE or felt in the breeze some Thing that brought back to them the idea of sunlit days.
If they were brave, the few, they let the old magic seep into their new, plastic lives and turn them whole again, bring them back to the beginning. If they were brave, the few, they relearned those barefoot dances, and laughter and the feel of grass on their feet. They relearned the feel of seashells by their ears, and maybe even love, if they were really brave.
If they weren’t brave, they scoffed and put away childish things, never realizing that love, fairytales, were the only thing that mattered.

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Brazz said...
May 9, 2011 at 6:42 pm
I love the imagery you've created in this. And I also feel the presence of Narnia in what you've written, specifically what you said about keeping the magic, love, and fairytales of youth in your life.
WindDancer replied...
May 9, 2011 at 7:09 pm
Thank you SO much!! Your support really means a lot to me. I was going for a bit of a Narnia feel- really, all those good books from childhood. THANK YOU!!
PJD17 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 23, 2011 at 9:07 pm
Really great work with very few words keep it up  could you please check out and comment on my story Numb.  i would really appreciate the feedback
WindDancer replied...
May 16, 2012 at 6:28 pm
Thanks very much, and I sure will.
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