In his room is a green street sign. It’s reflective nature shimmers light and spells out its name. Liberty points towards a flame he just lit. It smells of orchids and lilies. It casts shadows upon the ceiling and makes odd flickering dark shapes. Liberty dances with these shapes. The silent ceiling fan does not move, but a small breeze comes from the plug in electric fan near the window. Turning on the ceiling fan turns on the lights. The two go hand in hand. The flame is too soothing. The darkness of night is best lit by fire. These shapes dance to techno beats. His ears are drowned with transcending music that takes him away. His mind focuses and expands on the past, the future, and the present. It seems all uncertain and shifting.
The song goes:
It feels cold inside
Time stood still the day you walked away
Life will never be the same
Time and space, and he realize he has become who he vowed never to be. He figures we’re all floating through space across time. We’re in constant flux, but held down by our own past, which cannot be forsaken. Reflected back at him are two green lights. They’re from his laptop, which is off. Still it charges ready to power up and work. It is on standby. Shifting with the darkness, dancing with the flame. They’re the eyes of a tiger, now a wolf, or a bear. They pierce the darkness. There lurks an animal out there in the darkness looking back at him. It is too dark to tell, but it stares unblinking. Like two stars in the night sky, they’re emerald gems and sapphire rubies. They twinkle and fade, bright and dim, but not in and out. The music drowns out his thoughts and again he’s floating through space and across time. Lost in his own thoughts, drowning in his desires and fears, he drifts to sleep thinking of hope and despair. Someday he’ll know the answer. Someday he’ll know if he erred or, hope upon hope, he’ll be forgiven.
The song goes:
It feels cold inside
Time stood still the day you walked away
Life will never be the same
Time and space, and he realize he has become who he vowed never to be. He figures we’re all floating through space across time. We’re in constant flux, but held down by our own past, which cannot be forsaken. Reflected back at him are two green lights. They’re from his laptop, which is off. Still it charges ready to power up and work. It is on standby. Shifting with the darkness, dancing with the flame. They’re the eyes of a tiger, now a wolf, or a bear. They pierce the darkness. There lurks an animal out there in the darkness looking back at him. It is too dark to tell, but it stares unblinking. Like two stars in the night sky, they’re emerald gems and sapphire rubies. They twinkle and fade, bright and dim, but not in and out. The music drowns out his thoughts and again he’s floating through space and across time. Lost in his own thoughts, drowning in his desires and fears, he drifts to sleep thinking of hope and despair. Someday he’ll know the answer. Someday he’ll know if he erred or, hope upon hope, he’ll be forgiven.
"give me the green light."
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