| of my many fans! *cough* ahem..fan. ^_~ (you know who you are). To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world. So I'm not sure I want to delve into my innermost feelings right now and display them for all to see, so I'll start with the external me. Yesterday I went to a haunted house. Literally. It once was a house, and supposedly it's haunted. It started out as a plantation home, then served as a hospital during the Civil War. It was lived in up until about 20-30 years ago. Now it sits, a desolate-yet beautiful two-story home surrounded by lonliness and dying daffodils. The building is amazingly structurally sound, and we sneak in through a side window. The inside is tattered and dusty, but still livable. Oddly enough there are cartoon character stickers decorating random walls and doors (Yosemite Sam, the Skunk, cutsie Noah's Ark animals) you'd think the kiddy atmosphere would make the place seem more inviting-but on the contrary-it only made it seem more morbid. Carissa and I are far too afraid to venture upstairs, because that's where the unmovable chair is-and bloodstains. Supposedly there is a chair sitting the middle of a room that cannot be moved, as if it is nailed to the floor (but there are no obvious signs that it is) and blood stains all over the walls and floor. But that's just what they say. As we walk through the rooms our nervous whispers echo off of the blank, empty walls. A thick vine creeps into the house over a window, spilling in with the dimming evening sunlight. This image makes me feel at rest in a way, almost romantic. I suppose it was because there- before my eyes- was an epitome of transcendentalism. That one day, and even now, nature is conquering our feable man-made structures. She is taking back what was hers to begin with, before mankind rubbed their greasy little fingers all over it. And that, even though we clear the land the build, ultimately the plants will come back, and reclaim what is rightfully theirs. Because we, as humans, do not own the planet. We are merely guests, and should learn to be more considerate as such. Well, it started out being an external adventure and ended up being an internal expression. I hope you enjoyed. I know I feel better. <3 |
