A Paper Litters The Streets

[chaotikal 2392]

 

You come across a small piece of paper on your journeys across Vailor. It’s a ragged, and crumbled piece of linen; in it's middle; a piece of writing. It seems to be finely written, akin to a scribe’s handwriting. It is unsigned.

 

   I have swam against the sea, I’ve swam to cross it whole, being blind, I’ve tried. Where are my oars?

I’ve swam, against the sea, I’ve swam to cross it whole, dragging on the pain of a thousand screaming dead men.

I’ve swam, against the sea, I’ve swam to cross it whole, as I let myself die, my lungs become apart!

I hear the song of the crow but I can never decipher it all. Why all these dead birds? The hundred carcasses screaming at my window.

He’s prefixed the order of times, the limits of the room, and yet you still have not wandered more than a tenth of it. The running of words to come alive and let nothing else be.

I walk and look on as the floor crumbles beneath me.

To capture the scenes of all my senses.

Wind and water, fire and earth.

Everyone dies, except the wind, because the spirit fleets away within the wind.

I’m too old to be reborn, so they say.

I’m too young to not believe in the miracle of faith.

As light and fire we want to see you fall, burning us whole.

[=Nkruma= 65]

"Huh..." The dwarf would  groan bending over to pick up the piece of paper. "Not quite sure wha' a piece o' meaningless poetry is doin' round these parts."  The dwarf would say proceeding to use the dirty piece of paper as a light for his pipe.

[KarmaDelta 969]

"Mmm... pre'eh big piece ove papah litterin' dese streets.... wondah 'ow long i' took tuh make dis 'uge piece ove papah tuh."

 

The Dwed would scratch his beard, then try to maneuver his way through this piece of paper.

[sneLf 314]

"Wha..." The soldier picks up the paper, and reads "This is a nice paper to read" the paper flies outa his hand "Well ****"

[Salty Saradunan 46]

*Saradunan whistles as he walks on the trail* "What is this I spy lad" *He picks up the paper* ''Well **** this is quite weird" *Gets out a lighter and sets the paper aflame* "It was littering the street anyway" *chucks the paper that is aflame into the bush*

[ImCookiie 1950]

"Beautifully written..."  

A young mali'ame would comment as the paper would crumble within her hands, 

 

"I wish I could swim that well."

 She would add before tossing the small parchment aside and carrying her path towards the Mali'aheral Capitol.

[tilly 5115]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.