Aeal

Redeem-draft

One life; just one life lost, just one life found amidst the swirling sea of dreams. I could float forever without caring, but for the pain, the biting welcomed pain that draws me close and binds me to the world I thought was lost. Time flees before me across the line beyond which all is obscured. Where are you? I am so tired, so so tired and lonely. My dreams do not seem to matter, but that pain where you once were hurts so much I cannot forget. I found you and lost you, and then myself was lost, but what does it matter? As the rain into the sea does not add nor detract from its majesty, so we are meaningless to the world. The rain falls upon all in its same indifferent way, giving pain and healing to both the strong and weary in its path. We have dreams too, born from the endless rain, one person’s dreams among a thousand in the sea. But does not each separate droplet of the sea come from the rain, each once a single drop? I gladly melt within my dreams, until not even death recognizes me, if you could be regained. And in losing precious life for something still more precious, in reviving your sunken soul by embracing pain and loss, perhaps

I, too, will gain something in the world that lost me so long ago.


Do the words one utters before death tend to be truer, or can they be a lie?
--Subaru, X/1999