Locked

All flows
my blood in my vanes
the air on my face
My eyes are locked
yet the world keeps turning
and so I'll go
still something has changed
- I hear a new song now
and to that I dance!

A Wish

i do not want to get used to silence, i want to become friends with silence

Salix Mynt

The format of Db

The first episode is found by Dattebayo, the rest by Db using the search module on the blog.

Episodes with numbers are connected, but only somewhat. Basically I am sticking to freeverse, meaning a free form of writing. Abstract, hard to follow, but enjoyable to write and as a silly blogger that comes first to me.

Db fragments with "msc" added into the title are free and unconnected to the storyline until a I connect them b you connect them. :)

Msc are born after the merge with Day etc and a break in writing in general - I need some extra space to start again and the msc format gives me that.


So, I hope that You hang on and chew trough the mess, if you want :)




Hewa
Paimpont, France
200613

Db msc1

She listened to the music, forgetting everything else. Sweet smell of her favourite orchids and music filled her to the brim. Days like this.. are worth staying alive. The last day she had spent sleeping, the weeks before that she had spent in her sandrock base. An inhabited crater, what she in addition surrounded with a constant life repellant field. Trough beleiving she connected her blood and will and created bloodmarks - between those she could move in an instant without using energy to do it - but true,extra energy, being tied by blood still took a toll on her, a constant third of her strength. For safety. She needed a home to return to. She needed life around her and The Dome was so her only option. Biology Centre, where the little left of Earth's wildlife was preserved and researched - under a massive protective shield, from that - The Dome. Here was greenery, here .. were flowers. I'd die without flowers - she knew long long ago.

Leaving thy heart

cut the bonds once formed
leave the despair and watch
if once seemingly strong
grows green again
or withers...
leave thy teared heart
the river flows on

a hundred seas in skies lit up in gold
a foot touched the shore