The Seeker’s Tale

The Seeker’s Tale

First born, a creative mind that constantly explored worlds beyond what the eyes could see. Magician, adventurer, knight, thief, explorer, space-pirate, Jedi. With each passing word the mind dug deeper, dove through page upon page, upon page. Leather bound secrets with gold leaf print, inks that ran into and over each other in their haste to be devoured, nothing was too great for this keen mind and when the lights grew dim and the night long, torches were brought forth- for there were no rules that would keep those pages from turning…

The days rolled on, years passed in the way they often do, responsibilities building ever taller, time never slowing… Was the world passing him by as he sat and read? Would people forget him? In their haste to move from one moment to the next… It mattered little, the thirst for something, some place far, far away was greater than any scheduled meet or family what-how.
It wasn’t for a lack of love, or caring, it was for a greater drive, a more important need, not in a selfish way but a self-sustaining means to survival.
This world was cruel in its ideals, in its matter of fact know-how. So few understood what it was like here on this side of the rail, here where things were… different.

Everyone has their story and this young mind had his, he would strive to better the world somehow, in some way that only he had seen, like a firefly in the night he’d spark and dive saving those who didn’t know they needed saving and finding a place, that place that only he had seen.

Oh what a wonder this human life was! So strange and complex, yet thrilling, terrifying and filled with oddities, what a journey!
He often sat and dreamt, looking out that wayward window wandering in thought that drifted around and around, until the time clicked and off like a rabbit he fled on and into his next great adventure.

Pages turned less, but not with less enthusiasm just less. The world seemed somewhat a brighter place and now in adulthood there were other adventures that must be endured, explored, savoured?

So much and yet so little time. Standing still now and overlooking the deep rolling hills, mountainscapes that held out their arms and embraced his curious mind, yes, so much adventure just waiting to be had. “Glorious, indeed this is glorious”, he thought aloud as he strode on and into life.




Romance excerpt: A Window Held Open

Sometimes when my female brain cannot sleep it spins into the flawed and star dazzled lands of romance and fallen dreams, sometimes lined with truth, though more often linking palms with the wild, better labeled “girly cotton candy” that at times we need in this world, at least in my opinion we do. ;P
Please forgive grammar and spelling errors, this is a rough draft…

– A window held open –

She looked at him, the moments stretching on… What would have been an awfully awkward space was somehow just a breath shared and in silence there was the smooth exchange of knowing that paced between them, a feeling that couldn’t be expressed, it simply was.
His eyes broke from hers, looking away and into a distance that only he could see.
She caught his arm as he turned to leave, wanting to explain… Somehow, but it was too hard…

“I can’t” finally the words fell from her lips clumsy and tangled. He stopped and glanced back at her, from over his shoulder. “I can’t…” She repeated the words more easily this time, “I can’t hurt you, I can’t be the one to cause you more pain.”
She let go her grasp upon his arm and turned away, running her fingers through her hair with an exasperated sigh before forcing herself to face him once more.
There were tears in her eyes now and he too had shifted his stance to hear her words.
“I’m such a mess…” She took a small step towards him and without thinking reached her hand up to his face to softly brush back a strand of his loose hair.
He caught her slender hand in his and held it gently; his hand cool, skin rough and somehow comforting.
There again, his eyes, those eyes that saw her in a way so few ever had, those eyes that bled pain she too had felt, a familiar ache of loss and loneliness, a knowing and now something more, something new, a hurt that she was causing him…

She twisted her hand free of his and stepped back, tears burning, blurring her vision and making her sway for a moment dizzy upon the long grass coated field with which they stood.
Stumbling she blinked the tears away, sweeping her hair back from her face; the wind beating against her now like her emotions, rapid, wild and grasping for… something…

Silence again stretched between them, long, lingering until finally he spoke, “did it ever occur to you that I too am just as much a mess as you are?” His words firm, asserting himself, correcting what jaded thought he guessed she must have, but she only stepped back once more, slowly shaking her head.

“You can’t just ignore this.” His words fell against her barriers as she locked eyes with him, so final was her body language, so in denial, so afraid, “you can’t…” He voiced again yet made no further move to stop her as tears falling down her cheeks she turned, hair whipping in the wind as she walked away across the bowing tops of the dusk coated grass and blue hued hills.
Nature giving away the hour in its most precious time of day and leaving the two wandering souls alone within the coming night.