Leave Something for the Archaeologists
2005-07-13
Some Things are Better Left Unsaid... But They Still Tear me Inside Out...
Now formally named, the Year of Dissolution sweeps over us. We watch as our hearts our taken from us by children and dissolved in the bitter acid of time.
How strange the shock of it. To dissolve something that has taken on a meaning of its own - to myself, and to outside others. To shed tears to ten years of time - wasted? wounding? wonderful? I just don't know. Still too close to the shock to access the damage and formulate a price.
I never could have anticipated this as an actual possibility. If anything was solid in this world, if anything had been strong - I thought it would surely be a love with unfathomably deep foundations and stone construction. But as I now discover, I was a poor surveyor, for there was rot at the core that I failed to see.
The serpent that resided in the walls I had built was sick to the soul. He vomitted an acidic black ichor that destroyed the very stone of my constructions. And now every wall has come down, and the foundation has revealed itself an empty hole.
I am left here now in the ruins of my great construction. The wyrm has lived up to his reputation - destroying and corrupting all that I had once woven.
And as my anger subsides, I am left with my hurt, and the lingering question of "Why?"
Who would destroy so beautiful a creation?
