The week had tied itself up neatly. All of the dirt was settling, souls had finished traveling, and the tears had almost dried.
It'd been a long time since it rained...
Now that it was all over, none of us really knew what to do. So we just tried as hard as we could to remember what it was like before. But then again, before sucked, kinda.
I was with the Icon. We were just sitting there, about three feet under, looking at each other in complete bewilderment, with an unfamiliar familiarity. We traveled to keep sane; in constant motion. We couldnt stop, dust would settle, it would make us sticky, hold us down. No... we had to keep moving.
We must have kept moving all day, but we really didnt ever get anywhere. We saw nobody. Maybe we were the last living souls. Our souls may have been dim, but they were still glowing.
We stopped off at a familiar spot, praying that there would be something there to refuel our souls. But after arriving we saw that it was too late. What was once familiar was gone, and our loved ones didnt recognize. We ran... we didnt want to end up like that.
We may have very well been the last living souls... theirs weren't burning, not even a flicker.
"You wanna go find fire?"
"Nah... What if it rains?"
"Good Call"
After several miles of traveling and discussing what had seemed to be the beginnning of the end of the world we decided to stop at a spot that was somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow. It was where all of us usually met up when it didnt rain for awhile. It was dark outside but it had a strange glow. There were probably living souls in there. At least it was familiar.
"You wanna stop?"
"Sure... why not."
...........
The dark one is rude. In this day and age its hard to wish others ill but this cat made it pretty easy. Yeah... screw him. Laughter... its good to hear that. The energy in the house was pretty good. There was plenty of electricity, you could feel it through the wall-to-wall carpeting and the buzz knocked you on your ass the moment you walked in.
It wasnt long before everyone assumed roles. The Icon was the Icon. The bastard was the bastard. The muse was the muse. I didnt know who the hell I was so... well.. it doesnt matter. I was just another living soul.
It wasnt too long before everyone began craving feathers. Me... being vazzed up and jammed to the gills, volunteered to lead that expedition.
So there we were, green as hell, two muses, the Icon and me; off in search of feathers, choking that indian as hard as we could with our ears filled and the wind in our face. New living souls... felt good for a change. Besides... muses are always nice.
But I dont know how those three could be so cheery, it hadnt rained for days. Ashes were everywhere. It was bumming me out, feathers were'nt going to do the trick for me.
Somewhere along the trip I cought a muse trying to do what they do best. I could feel the burning on the side of my face. I shot a glance and she quickly turned her head, but by the light of the moon I could see swords glowing in her eyes, since muses also have the ability to peer through your soul.... I laughed... she must not know I can see souls too. I let my shadow drift into hers to let her know. Icon's shadow was all over the place, mine could wander too couldnt it?
Besides... me and Icon were finishing each other's sentences, and intelligence was coming down, just like it used to rain.
The adventure was over as soon as it had begun. After finding so many feathers it was time to call it a night. Besides feathers make you sleepy and the speaker said it may rain tomorrow, but I doubt it.
But there are storm clouds in the sky... and my soul for some reason seems to be burning a bit brighter. I think I just felt a drop.
