Posts Tagged ‘Sharing’

I haven’t write much, lately. For all that matters, I haven’t speak much as well, lol. One of those stages, you know, when all you need is to be quiet and enjoy the peace around you, absorb what happens with and around you and keep… still.

Because me in first life equals me in second life, the same feeling applies when I am in-world. Just to make things clear, I am not trying to avoid you. I just am feeling comfortable on my own, that is all.

Today, however, I knew I had to share this place where I suddenly found myself while exploring the wilderness out there *smiles*. I am not going to describe it, because – again – the place touched me deep and i do not feel like sharing that much, hehehe. The pictures I shot there will speak for myself. The only thing you need to know is that you’ll find both light and darness at [XIV]. Most images below are from the dark side… hope you feel inspired to capture the light 😉 Enjoy !

XIV - Entrance

XIV - Time & Music

XIV - Time & Books

XIV - Dark Side

XIV - Darkness me

XIV - Lightness me


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Trying to decide whether it’s worse letting go of someone or letting go of the dreams that person brought attached to. Guess that’s my deepest fear, that at one point I simply quit dreaming…

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She looked at the abyss opening right before her feet. Deep inside of her, the same words echoed, over and over again “you’re so special to me. I’ve never felt anything like this”.

Yeah, words are so easily said, aren’t they ? And in a way, she understood. Of course we ALL are special to everyone we relate to, we all have roles to play in one another’s lives. So what ? Does that really mean anything special ?

Hands over her ears, she shouted out loud to stop those words. She knew they didn’t have the meaning she wanted them to have, she knew they wouldn’t lead her anywhere. She found herself fighting her dead ends, her own feelings and felt trapped again.

The voices only kept making themselves loud and clearer. “I love you”, they kept saying “why don’t you believe me?”. She didn’t. She had been there and new all about meaningless words that didn’t actually turn into actions.

So she took a step on and left herself fall in the abyss.

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The hybrid looked at the stairs that went up and up and for a moment he hesitated. Around him, the world was a pure blank cloud, which hardly let him guess what would be next to the few dark steps he could notice amongst the mist. Very hesitantly, he stepped on the first one… and waited. Nothing seemed to have happened, even though he could be almost sure that the steps were not grounded in any solid basis, just suspended in the air. Then he risked another step, somewhat more confident of himself, and then a third one.

When he got to the fourth step, his bare feet were used already to the rough texture of those strange steps, connected amongst each other and yet not in a physical sort of way. He just had a feeling that something held them together… a powerful will, of an imaginative creator of sorts.

Step after step, up he went through the stairways. Like a spiral going up and up, he had no idea where they were leading him to – but now it was too late to go back, the steps seemed to melt as soon as he took the next one. He mumbled softly ‘I know, I have to move forwards, so the only way is up”. He found himself walking faster and faster, an anxiety growing deep inside of his heart which beat at the same rhythm of his feet, each time quicker. Now, he simply had to know where that path ended.

Along the way, he crossed some other vague figures, hardly perceived among the midst. Some of them were sitting on one of the steps and he nearly stumbled on them. Others were cheerfully singing and dancing in small groups. He could even hear the footsteps of someone climbing up just after him, with the same stubborn and ever faster pace. He didn’t care, was not really interested in stopping and waiting for that other one, didn’t want to know that other person and even less to climb the stairways together. That was a journey of him alone, thus the mere presence of others were totally indifferent and almost surreal. All he cared for was… what would be at the very top of all those stairs ?

A door stood there, before him. Dark as a moonless night, made quite a contrast amongst the midst. Something in that shut, quiet and mute door frightened him, and made him wonder if he should even open it. Was this the mission he was supposed to achieve ? Was this the end of the quest he had gone through all his entire life ?

A sudden blow of wind opened the door for him, and pushed him inside.

‘Inside of what?’ was his first thought, just because the place seemed to be totally desert, not even letting him know either he founded himself inside a room or somewhere outside. The wind had stopped, and had been replaced by a far away soft line of musical notes putted together as if by hazzard. Not being sure where he was stepping on, he dared a couple moves onwards, and noticed the musical notes started to make some kind of sense. The more he walked in (or out?), the more he realized he was in fact listening to song after song… music as he had never listened to before.

He closed his eyes and knew then. He was the wolf man and had to use all his senses – in time, he was now certain, he would use all twenty of them. But for now, he only had to use his ears and let himself float in this new unknown musical world where each and every note came from no other place than from inside of him.

(Story inspired and based on the pictures above all of them by Rio K.). Thanks, sweetie !

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The jungler

The sudden beat of drums started so suddenly that she almost jumped on her feet.

She had been trying to find hr way out of the jungle for so long, she couldn’t even remember for how long she had been lost.

The drums became louder and then got interrupted by a sudden scream. Not sure whether it came form a human throat or another kind of entity, she carefully drew closer, led by her curiosity and hide among the thick bushes.

At first she could only notice a campfire. Then, she notices some vague figures sitting around and finally she realised they were all males, of different ages. There were really young child and old looking man as well.

The scream, however, had come from the eldest of them, standing beside the campfire, in the middle of the circle formed by the other sitting males.

She looked around and wondered if there was even another female soul around, but before she could even process that thought, she fell the old man’s eyes looking deep into hers, across the leaves that had been her shelter. Another will overcame her own, and her feet led her across the man and near to the fire. The old man screamed again, even though at her ears it now sounded more like music than a scream… and she started dancing.

She danced and danced at the old man songs, sometimes coming closer to one of those men, other getting so close to the campfire she could feel her feet literally burn. From time to time, a man would grow older and older and would leave the circle, only to be replaced by a young child who eventually turned into a young adult, then into another old man.

For centuries she danced, round and round knowing the only one who was aware of her presence was that same oldest one who kept singing as if he didn’t need to rest. As if she also needed no rest from dancing.

Then, as sudden as it had started in the beginning of times, the drums became silent all at the same time. Instead of the campfire cracking, she was now listening to waves and feeling her feet wet, while just a second ago they were almost burning with the heat.

She looked at the endless ocean in front of her and knew she had escaped from the jungle. Now, the time had come for her to dive and swim towards her next journey.

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Letting go

She woke up feeling the sand beating hard on her face. She remembered the night had been very quiet, a sudden breeze here and there that had made her take refuge inside her sleeping bag. Most of all, she kept in herself the sound of the waves singing all night at her ear, so close they were.

She slowly opened her eyes and reached for him, who had fell asleep right beside her. As her mind woke up at its own pace, she noticed his sleeping bag had rolled a few meters away, but was empty.

She shouted his name, and only silence replied to her. So, she scrawled out of her temporary bed and – barefoot – took some steps towards the high dunes ahead. As she walked, the rough small rocks beneath her feet became pebbles which turned into softer sand. Still half asleep, she lost track of time, going up and up the sandy dune which somehow had become a sandy hill, somehow.

He was standing on the top of it, his arms crossed against his bare chest, not looking at the beach some meters down but beyond, across the endless sea. She noticed how taller he seemed to had grown and smiled at the thought of their first meetings, back when she felt like she had the whole world to show him. She started running to hug him from behind, however her feet froze when she noticed his brand new wings, growing at his own pace, becoming stronger and spreading broader and broader.

Mother’s hand touched her shoulder, as if saying it was yet time to wait. So she waited. Her feet grounded on Earth, she stood still and felt all the seasons of the year coming and going. She paid attention as the sand on the beach downwards changed colours, as the wind became freezing and the whole place was covered with snow. She smiled at the shy bushes coming into live and blossoming into luxurious tropical-like flowers.

Still she didn’t move a muscle, nor did he. They were both aware of each other’s presence, of them being close and yet so far away from one another – and that was probably the reason why none of them took a single step towards the other.

Time went by, inexorably, and seasons came and then were gone. Again. She felt herself drying and turning into a rock, melting with Mother. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to move a single finger. She sighed, for the moment had arrived. “Just go and fly away before both our lives are but a waste* she tried to shout at him, her throat rusted from inactivity. He listened to what she was telling him, and he knew she was right, yet he stubbornly kept standing there.

Mother’s hand slowly moved away from her shoulder, and set her free. That exact same moment, she knew that it had to be her doing the painful choice. With mind and soul telling her different things, her feet started to walk at their own will, slowly at the beginning, then faster and faster.

Inside of her, her mind started screamed that she should stop and give them both some more time. She ignored her own screams, knowing this was the right moment. It was totally useless to keep waiting. It was totally up to her to let go, and so she run the last few meters that kept them away and pushed him from the high dune hill, watched as he stumbled, tried to get back on his feet and slided faster and faster downwards, her heart beating hard and tears running through her face before for some reason.

Then, his wings flapped for the first time. Very slowly, in an insecure way, but still pushing him up to a safe height. Her heart nearly stopped as she felt how hesitating he still was, how hard for him it was to decide what to do.

His wings flapped again and she knew that he was now feeling the morning hot breeze in his face. He looped up and down for several times, trying up his new skills and testing how strong those wings could be. Then, for a moment, he floated before her, and she knew she would never forget that lost and sad look all over him. Ever.

He turned away slowly, very slowly, and let himself go along the soft wind. On her turn, she felt Mother was hugging her tight and whispering wise, sensible words.

Yes, it would be hard to let him go. It would be painful, it would hurt as hell and she would feel tempted to raise once again those familiar high walls between her and the world. But the time had come to set him free, Mother was telling her over and over. She would survive. Again. She would even grow stronger. Again. And one day, she would wake up and would feel no more tears running through her cheeks.

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Hot Summertime

I know, everyone on the northern hemisphere keeps complaining that it’s too hot and everyone’s just waiting for Fall to come or even Winter.

So… What about a fresh summer fruit salad ? *laughs

Hair: >TRUTH< Julia Streaked – copper
Skin: *Leafy*Miso Loom
Face Tatoo: [Stellar] Freckle Face Tattoo
Nails: seshil nail flower purple
Dress: Lemania Indigo Designs- Orange Julius (includes shoes not shown in the pic)
Pose by dfo!

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