Post by Exo-Happiness on Oct 23, 2009 1:31:33 GMT
The silence is choking me, but I know the silence will not lift. Gravity is weighing down the sound today; the one day that I need vocals. It is the end of the world you see. Well, almost; the fate of the world rests on the cog that is given to me by the owner of the windmill. I can see his lips moving; giving me my instructions. Deciphering him is proving to be tough. I don’t know how to read lips. However, I know better than to anger this man; he holds a wooden walking stick and friends of mine have felt its pain. I nod in agreement, not daring to open my mouth, this man may be able to read lips, or even worse, a sound may erupt from my mouth. I know that this would bring turmoil. I take the cog and head for the windmill. The sky is red and I know the sun is getting closer. If only I can fit this cog, if only I had the instructions. My anxiety strangles me as I take my first look inside the giant wooden machine. The entire inside of the windmill is filled with mechanisms and cogs. There are thousands of them; all of different sizes. All of them stationary. I know that as soon as the small cog I hold is fitted, everything will begin once more; the panels of the windmill will move once more. But where to put it? I start closest to the door, but I have limited time. Not enough time to search the entire contraption. As the futility dawns on me, the crippled man appears at the door once more. His face resonates with our fate. But I know there is one more thing I can do. I run outside and mark a cross on the ground. Everyone knows a cross depicts a target. I stand in the middle of the cross and hope I am enough to feed the horror that is headed toward the earth. I hope I am enough to save those I love.
I kinda like it. Bit repetitive at times though. But thanks. 