Every time I walked by the lake, its glow would entrance me. I don't know how it got to be so enchanting, but I was always told to stay far, far away from it. Don't look too long towards it, or else the big blue birds with glowing eyes (nearly [nearly!] enchanting) will see you, so entranced, and they'll know that you are easy prey.
But there are days when everything hurts too much, and you're desperate for anything that will numb the pain. Who cares that the numbness only lasts a moment? Who cares about the consequences? Who cares, when right beneath your skin there's a fire that just won't be extinguished by any other means?
Of course I went towards the lake. What did it, what pushed me here? I can't remember, I fell and that's it.
But don’t worry! I saw a vision and it healed me. I thought I was drowning, but no. It’s true that I was sinking, water and algae flooding my lungs, but does it count as drowning when my mind is freer than ever before? Because there’s a vision, there’s a vision, there’s a vision and it sets me free.
I saw one of the birds I was warned about, but I saw nothing to be afraid of in its visage. A creature seen with awe and near-reverence, near, because we saw it as godlike but terror, terror, terror (the algae reached my brain). The bird floats in a blue and green void, like the lake itself but more vibrant, so much like enlightenment itself (water in my brain it's made rivers, I wish you could see). And it’s in peace, it doesn’t fly, it’s like a statue (an ancient [before the blasts] civilisation’s statue of a divine spirit, carved up [or irradiated?]), but not static, no, not really. Tranquility.
The bird, it is everything I was meant to be.
The vision healed me, it healed me, healed me, I can go with peace and so free of fear, I’m free of pain and I’m leaving. Goodbye.
I’ve had a hard time writing & I wanted to share this bird I made a while ago (it’s on my Instagram but I haven’t shared it here), and that was enough motivation to get me to write something short & sweet to go with the bird. My focus recently has been on music & studies, though I have been outlining some of my stories & writing miscellaneous notes for them. Prose-writing is a muscle, though, so at least a little bit of writing is necessary.
But again, mostly I just wanted to show this bird while staying on topic with what the blog is about. What else is there to say, this bird just sparks joy! (perhaps the tone of a piece from the POV of someone who’s dying & experiencing some sort of rapture in their final moments isn’t very, uh, representative of the very simple joy of, “bro. Bro. Bro look at this bird I made I just think it’s really neat look I chose a colour scheme that is most pleasing to me specifically I love art I love creating and I just think this bird is really pretty and neat look at it” however when I love something I tend to overanalyze it [doesn’t apply here] and/or frame it in a rather macabre fashion just because it’s fun to do so, and of course in this case I did the second thing.)
I talked about some short pieces I’m working on in this update post. But now I think my brain has decided, “nahh it’s long-form fiction mode now!” i.e. I’m finding it a little easier to focus on my larger projects, whenever I can focus on writing at all.
But anyway. Next few posts will probably be art (w/writing) & excerpts from my novel-length projects. Perhaps some worldbuilding stuff too. Honestly I’m mostly focused on music & studies at the moment so I can’t predict what I post with any certainty, just that it’ll probably, probably be art & such.
This bird is amazing. Really. I love it. I do like that you get very deep on the backstory but on its own it has a magic!