The warmness,
The togetherness,
That bitter, burnt little taste lingering in my throat..
..why am I remembering these feelings?
Those nights we spent in front of a campfire.
A different campfire every night,
the same dinner under the starry sky.
More of these fragments are scattered in front of me..
dancing and singing the lullaby I used to know..
"Big and small, tall and short,
I'll make a cothurnus out of thee
The gods would all be crazy to see.
Dara adorning my feet as I dance in glee."
That's not my lullaby..
Something is oddly familiar about the poem.
Feet. A giant feet.
How..
"IU!"
"Minwoo!"
"Yonghwa!"
"Dara!"
. . .
Where are they now?
We fought together, that poem, and a Game Maker above us,
sending us parts of a monster to fight.
It was unpleasant.
But I miss it.
Every single words we shouted that night,
I remember them all.
I remember...
Pain.
I don't like the feeling at all.
It was exhausting, it consumed me alive once.
I thought I wouldn't have to experience it all over again..
..but now I am.
These scenes were hidden deep inside me,
it feels like someone is reading them out loud to me.
Stop it.
Stop..
It won't stop..
Cold.
Blood, little burning scars wrapped around me.
That was me, laying, waiting for my death.
I remembered everything.
My frozen fingers, along with the laughters
in the blizzards.
I've survived that.
I don't need to go back there again.
I don't want to.
Please.
Please..
I'm tired..
..scared..
..help..
"Dara!"
. . .
"Come down. I'm not here to fight you, noona."
"...what do you want, Zelo?"
His warmness calmed me down.
It was one of my treasure, and always will be..
If this should be the end,
I'm glad I climbed down the tree that night.
Will I be able to meet him again?
In the end, my questions were left unanswered.
***
"Is she ready? Can I take her now?"
"Yes, you can now proceed to the next step."
"With pleasure."
***
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