signior_laris (signior_laris) wrote in the_guardian, @ 2005-05-18 13:50:00 |
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Current mood: | nostalgic |
Current music: | One Man's Dream--Yanni |
On the wings of angels
The wind whistles its bone-chilling coldness by my ears. I amm walking down the half-mile of dirt road that leads to my home. As the wind blows harder and harder, I feel two vertical throbs on my shoulderblades. I feel like if i run fast enough, my momentum will lift me into the air. I run, faster and faster. The throbs become pain, and I can sense a feathery power behind my back, flapping furiously in the wind. My dash slows to a walk and I am out of breath. The pains in my shoulderblades subside to the vague throbs...The wind blows...
Alas, this is not the only time i have felt this sensation. Walking down a long strech of hallway, the sensation returns. If the hallway is empty, i run, faster and faster, but my speed can't lift me, or i run into the wall at the end of the hall.
What is this feeling? How do i control it? My guardians echo the word that has plagued my mind:
Wings...White wings of angels.
Signior Laris Damianos