Prose: The Longing For What's Already Past

The Longing For What's Already Past

Words by Kiki Stamatiou 
Image by Kayleigh McCoy
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The longing for what’s already past to return eats away at the soul and defies the spirit of man whenever he hears the sound of the wind song return to his heart. Jaded dreams fade into nothingness of remnants of who I used to be. Drums pound inside my head creating a droning in my ears that wouldn’t release me from its possession burning up my gut.

As the river grows rough with every turn, solstice burns inside a timetable belonging to the feeling of remorse and feeds on the seeds of regret for the running waters to bring forth sheltered dreams that dove deep into isolated realms of my mind. I strive to reach their core with every lung I tear, bug all fungi bleeding out into the waters from which they came, and eventually get swallowed up by earthly plights.  

Sandstorm breeds havoc along jaded eyes of the tide's iced soul, but the fever which brings it to holistic beams of light boiling inside my blood. Trembling in the night is the lost child of the light that fell into platitudes that followed her around at every turn she made with very little stride. Her heart withered up in all unencumbered songs feeding on her rain diluting her with its trumpet.  

His sledgehammer drives lightening into her heart to bleed out the darkness that has brewed into it. However, with every song she bled out, the hours of the might conclude in their enticement when the bomb explodes, sending me back into earthly realms of remission for every tear shed along the way.

Upon my return home from the dessert, I embraced my true calling to follow all holistic dregs into outer worlds. Withering roses that turn to ashes after life has been driven away from its core, now denunciate at will. I am their calling to grow into the highest of mountains. However, going where they may for all to see and hail evermore, brings about good tidings. I dance along the stream of life, and am delivered up to the lion’s den where a magistrate awaits me. He introduces me to a new song to sing, one that allows for the heart to sallow in delight of the wonder in the world, instead of having to fight out the darkness that dwelled inside the hearts of man.

Whenever I fumble and fluster, I drive further into secluded beams of light waiting to gas up their wisdom to feed me with. No matter how I hollow out my bones, I always learn how to breathe all over again, as many times as it is necessary to bring me back to life, after returning from a channeled storm. For it’s the wisdom burning inside my mind, easing me up to the grace of all the is holy and sound. Even as I delve into the fires that glow in their evanescence of me, I can always tell how long I’ll have to dig into the earth whenever fortitude shows its face at my door.

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