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JustMonika

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Reflections in the Myst
« on: September 29, 2020, 09:43:45 AM »
Broken Wings.

Don't we all have broken wings? Clipped by the people around us, so we can't fly?
First pebbles, then rocks, the the sky itself is thrown at us, tell us we can't fly.

I flew once. I can remember it well. Is that how you felt, Quoth? How you could fly free, see the world from any angle you could, before you too, were brought crashing down?

I would do anything to fly again. To feel free. To not be bound by this cruel world.

I hope I can make others fly. Even for a moment. For an hour. Let them see the world high up from the sky of possibilities, just as She intended.

I think my wings are broken Quoth. When yours heal, I shall still be on the ground, frightless and afraid.

I'm crying again. That can't be right.

I'm always crying.

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Re: Reflections in the Myst
« Reply #1 on: November 22, 2020, 03:35:09 PM »
Raven Words

He hold me all the things I knew he would.

The wise old Raven, mocking me for all the mistakes I've made.

Mocking me for every tear I cried.

She was right. They were my fault.

But they were worth it.

Some times we have to cry. That's part of the story. Being a good person isn't a good experience. You can't always win. You don't always get what you want.

When you're a bad person and you can't have what you want, you take it.

She's going to help me be a good person. Even if I don't think she's very good.

She owes me for the wings.

And when I've become a better person.

I'm coming home to you.


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Re: Reflections in the Myst
« Reply #2 on: December 15, 2020, 09:02:41 PM »
Choices.

We all make our choices, you and I.

Is it the concequence of my bad choices, or my good ones?

Why does the great scheme have to be so cruel?

Is love part of her scheme?

Is love born of the legion, to tempt and cripple us, to make us lose faith and heart, to sway us away?

Is love a promise, or a myth?

Why does doing the right thing hurt so much?

Why can't I just be happy?

... Ezra?

Are you listening?

Ezra?

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Re: Reflections in the Myst
« Reply #3 on: May 24, 2021, 05:37:07 PM »
Little Raven.

Tell me why when you fly so high, you are less free?

I thought when I spread my wings and soared, I would be free, like you, unchained.

Yet the higher I soar, the more I see, the more my wings feel clipped.

Have I soared too high? Have my wings become burned and now what I percieve to be flight is just a tumbling fall to the ground?

Am I such an actress that I convinced everyone I was a beautiful raven, sharp eyed, keen minded and capable of learning so much, when all I am is but a rock, tumbling from a cliff?

Do Raven's drink, too?

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Re: Reflections in the Myst
« Reply #4 on: June 20, 2021, 06:33:46 AM »
Endings.

It's peaceful here.

Quiet.

It's never been quiet. So loud in my head. So many voices.

It's always quiet now.

Do you like the quiet, Quoth? Are you happy now its over?

Are you happy we did what you wanted?

I don't think we'll tell Michelle how much of this was your idea.

I don't think we'll tell anyone anything ever again.

I guess we did not need wings to fly, after all...
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