Faeries

Faeries

Preface

See, my problem was, I was always trying to find beautiful words for something so ugly, I was trying to explain something I could never understand to people who could never care. You’d think that realization would be the end, nbut I shudder to think of what would have happened had I stopped there. However, the end result is meaningless, as is the beginning and everywhere in between. You might ask yourself what all this has to do with you, and the answer is nothing yet everything or wherever you choose to place it. Of course it would be arrogant of me to assume it would affect your life at all.

                                                                                Part 1

Have you ever had lavender soda? Don’t. Nasty stuff. She loved it though. Drank the whole case. I wondered if she didn’t just choke it down for me, but I think it had more to do with the fact that she wanted to like, purely because it was purple. She loved purple. Loved it with a zeal I couldn’t understand. Carried a purple sharpie with her everywhere. Drew on desks notebooks, homework and tests alike.  She was superb at drawing, doodles that seemed to be alive, flowing into one another, evolving. Never took any art classes though. Didn’t like the structure, I guess. Not that she wouldn’t have done well. She was very good at school, did better than me on every test. Too polite to ever point this out, but I knew. The only picture I have of her came from a class project, mostly because she believed having your picture taken would steal your soul. This photo, and a scarf she knitted are all I have to prove she ever existed.

                                                                Part 2

“Do you believe in faeries?” she asked, in her usual innocent way.

“Of course” I said, always ready for an adventure.

“I hear they make rings of mushrooms in the forest” she explained “Shall we see if we can’t find some?”

“Why not?” I said “Though I don’t suppose the woods behind the school are a faerie hotspot”

We crept into the woods, unaware of the future, ignorant of the past.

                                                                                Part 3                   

I’d had a vision. Not a dream, where a sense of clarity permeates throughout, but is then immediately lost ,but a vision, as if I had actually seen it. It was of a geisha rising between red pillars. I subconsciously knew what it meant, but I could never accept its full meaning then.

                                                                Part 4

She was gone, and it was raining. That’s all I knew at that point in time. Reality had taken the backseat, and I was at the wheel. A sense of total clarity seemed shattered, and ive been waiting for it to return to its former state. That’s all that’s left to say for her. It’s just me now. Im the only one who could believe that something so mundane could ever be magical, like faeries being in the woods behind the school.