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AFTER DAY ENDS AND OTHER SHORT STORIES
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After Day Ends
After day ends I find myself at peace, alone in the world. I walk the deserted places, calmly claiming them as my own. It doesn't matter, for I am the only one here; the only one who may tell myself no.
After day ends I watch the sky above me change. It's different to how it used to be. There are still stars, still worlds beyond this one, but they are hidden by an eternal haze. This haze is all that is left of what used to be the human race; their last contribution to the world.
After day ends I realise that perhaps I should move onward and outward, into the lands beyond this point. I can't find it in me to do so, though. I've never been so at peace with myself and the world around me before; never felt quite so alive. It's unnerving, and yet, I enjoy this emotion. There is just me in this world now, or at least in this small part of it.
After day ends I take my time to do the things I used to rush through. They are now all important rituals which remind me just who and what I am and was. There is no-one else to remind me, so I take the time to remind myself. I think this is an important part of survival - the acceptance of self. It is, after all, one of the things that sets us apart from the animals; or at least that's what they used to tell us.
After day ends I find that time goes by much slower. There's less urgency, less worry about what will come next. I hunt, gather and search for the things that I think I will need to survive, but if I lose track of time there's no-one to berate me or tell me that I'm worthless; that I'm doing everything wrong. I work within my own rules, my own time, and I have as much as there is life left in this body.
After day ends I worry less and less about the time I have left. I am not building towards some great goal. I don't have to worry about a future - getting married, having children, finding money enough to pay the bills or leave an inheritance behind. I am the last child there will be, the last spouse, the last human life in this place. It doesn't matter if I die tomorrow or ten years from now - I will have done everything that was available to me at the time without having the worry of the future.
After day ends I forget my past. Well, not completely, but I forget to worry about it. I don't have to think about the bad or good deeds I have done because they can no longer hurt me in any way. I am free of those chains; free to just remember everything and accept it for what it was.
After day ends I realise that even though I am the last I still find myself thinking, at least for a while, as one of a whole. It takes me a long time to break free of that perception. I was too used to there being others around, be they strangers, family or friends. I no longer need them, but even if I did, I no longer have them here to lean upon. It was a painful time at first, realising this, but soon the horror of the situation subsided and I learned to live with it. I may never use my voice as much as I used to, but I still find myself talking, singing, laughing and crying; if only to remind myself and the world that I can.
After day ends I meet another. It was not long after the end of the day, but I was still in the phase of being scared of my new reality. The other was quiet at first; stunned, I believe, to have met another themselves. Soon tears were shared, voices raised in joyful reunion. We did not know each other Before, but we came to know each other for a while. Sadly, they left, not content to stay in this barren landscape. I found their body days after, deciding to follow just in case there were more out there. I buried them in an old church yard. I believe they would have appreciated it.
After day ends I, too, end. It takes a very long while for it to occur, but I am then bent-backed and shuffle when walking. I forgot how to count time, except by the seasons. It was dark, a cold winter. I had food enough, and a warm place to rest, so I believe it was age that caught up to me. One night I slept, dreamt of a place out of time where my family laughed and played and sang. A time and place where I was one with the world and knew nothing of change and the pain and joy it could bring. When I woke from that dream, I didn't wake.
After day ends I find them once more. Heaven does exist, at least in my memories. It is there that I stay, happy amongst those I knew and loved best. Sometimes I will find myself walking desolate, empty roads, but I have only to think of one of them to find a hand in mine and footsteps next to me, following me to the next adventure. One day I will follow all the roads to their ends, and find what is out there, everywhere, but until then I'll wait a while. Time has no meaning any more - less, even, than it had during that lonesome time in the world that died.
After day ends I find myself happy. If this is the life beyond, then it is a welcome one.
Inspired by using Zen Writer for the first time. Dat music. Dat sound. Dat background. Hnnng~<3
After Day Ends
After day ends I find myself at peace, alone in the world. I walk the deserted places, calmly claiming them as my own. It doesn't matter, for I am the only one here; the only one who may tell myself no.
After day ends I watch the sky above me change. It's different to how it used to be. There are still stars, still worlds beyond this one, but they are hidden by an eternal haze. This haze is all that is left of what used to be the human race; their last contribution to the world.
After day ends I realise that perhaps I should move onward and outward, into the lands beyond this point. I can't find it in me to do so, though. I've never been so at peace with myself and the world around me before; never felt quite so alive. It's unnerving, and yet, I enjoy this emotion. There is just me in this world now, or at least in this small part of it.
After day ends I take my time to do the things I used to rush through. They are now all important rituals which remind me just who and what I am and was. There is no-one else to remind me, so I take the time to remind myself. I think this is an important part of survival - the acceptance of self. It is, after all, one of the things that sets us apart from the animals; or at least that's what they used to tell us.
After day ends I find that time goes by much slower. There's less urgency, less worry about what will come next. I hunt, gather and search for the things that I think I will need to survive, but if I lose track of time there's no-one to berate me or tell me that I'm worthless; that I'm doing everything wrong. I work within my own rules, my own time, and I have as much as there is life left in this body.
After day ends I worry less and less about the time I have left. I am not building towards some great goal. I don't have to worry about a future - getting married, having children, finding money enough to pay the bills or leave an inheritance behind. I am the last child there will be, the last spouse, the last human life in this place. It doesn't matter if I die tomorrow or ten years from now - I will have done everything that was available to me at the time without having the worry of the future.
After day ends I forget my past. Well, not completely, but I forget to worry about it. I don't have to think about the bad or good deeds I have done because they can no longer hurt me in any way. I am free of those chains; free to just remember everything and accept it for what it was.
After day ends I realise that even though I am the last I still find myself thinking, at least for a while, as one of a whole. It takes me a long time to break free of that perception. I was too used to there being others around, be they strangers, family or friends. I no longer need them, but even if I did, I no longer have them here to lean upon. It was a painful time at first, realising this, but soon the horror of the situation subsided and I learned to live with it. I may never use my voice as much as I used to, but I still find myself talking, singing, laughing and crying; if only to remind myself and the world that I can.
After day ends I meet another. It was not long after the end of the day, but I was still in the phase of being scared of my new reality. The other was quiet at first; stunned, I believe, to have met another themselves. Soon tears were shared, voices raised in joyful reunion. We did not know each other Before, but we came to know each other for a while. Sadly, they left, not content to stay in this barren landscape. I found their body days after, deciding to follow just in case there were more out there. I buried them in an old church yard. I believe they would have appreciated it.
After day ends I, too, end. It takes a very long while for it to occur, but I am then bent-backed and shuffle when walking. I forgot how to count time, except by the seasons. It was dark, a cold winter. I had food enough, and a warm place to rest, so I believe it was age that caught up to me. One night I slept, dreamt of a place out of time where my family laughed and played and sang. A time and place where I was one with the world and knew nothing of change and the pain and joy it could bring. When I woke from that dream, I didn't wake.
After day ends I find them once more. Heaven does exist, at least in my memories. It is there that I stay, happy amongst those I knew and loved best. Sometimes I will find myself walking desolate, empty roads, but I have only to think of one of them to find a hand in mine and footsteps next to me, following me to the next adventure. One day I will follow all the roads to their ends, and find what is out there, everywhere, but until then I'll wait a while. Time has no meaning any more - less, even, than it had during that lonesome time in the world that died.
After day ends I find myself happy. If this is the life beyond, then it is a welcome one.
Inspired by using Zen Writer for the first time. Dat music. Dat sound. Dat background. Hnnng~<3
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