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DAYS GONE BY
DAYS GONE BY
A pale orange-blue cover, with stars wrapping around the frame. Upon the front is a big white Z with the words "Live each day to its fullest, as though there was no tomorrow" cutting through the center of it. In the background is a fading sunset turning into night, the sun only half visible at the bottom of the page.
Saturday, 16 July 2016
Time

It has been quite a while since i touched you, my journal and quite a while since i went to visit the graves of my family. The trip itself was halfhearted and rather dismal. When i arrived in my village, it was all but changed. There were no longer the sounds of business, nore the hustling of people coming and going to work. The stret that dominated the village was all but vacant, the only sound traveling down its lonely lane, being the cries of a few children playing in the dirt. I recall the sense of unease almost overwhelming me and making me want to flee. Instead i hrried along, focused to do what i came to do and leave as soon as i could. It wasn't the welcome i expected but who am I to complain when i have been gone for so long. I felt as though in a way, i had betrayed my family but most of all my village. As i hurried along, i noticed Ben's Smoking Meats had survived the time, but bearly. Like most shabby and rundown huts that hugged the road's edge, Ben's Smoking Meats looked very worn down. I had the urge to walk in and say hello, but for some reason I just kept to my course. I soon came to the end of the road and turned left into the semetary, where I remember burrying my family. As i entered, I remember looking back over my shoulder at the empty lot that once was my home. The grass was all but gone, small orange and blackish weeds consuming most of the area. Patches of blackenned earth could be seen beneath rotting boards. It was odd that noone cleared them out, but perhaps the villagers thought to keep them there as a memory. What ever the reason, i could only stare at it for a moment, as the memories that it held threatenned to drown me in its sorrow and i didn't want to relive any of it again. I returned my attention to the graveyard, glancing about for the tombstones of my sisters and father. It was hard to find them, as it was overgrown with weeds and the scent of dead bodies filled the air. I finally located them after climbing over a fallen tree. The tombstones seemed to be the only thing that survived the ravaging power of time, the names of my family still clearly etched upon their faces. I kneeled down, and traced the engraved letters of each of their names. Resting my hand on my father's name, i bowed my head and for one second, just one second, I let my self reminisce. I recall a tear running down my cheek, and my sorrow wanting to overtake me but instead... I focused on the happy ties i had with them while I gave them a small pray to the gods. I kneeled there for quite some time after my prayer, just pondering the path of my life and where it had taken me. That is when... whether it was the guidance of my father or the gods, i yet do not know, I sensed something and stood up abruptly. I glanced about, searching but not knowing for what. Then i Found it... mounts upon mountains of bodies, human bodies! Children lay upon childrens, their eye sockets empty and seemng to gaze at me with an accusatory look. Mothers lay with their newborns, expressions of horror and supplication covering most of their half sunken faces. I can not go on... as my body is racked with fear... but it was horrid...
zub zeron posted @ 15:48 - Link - comments
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