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We arrived solemnly at a day masquerading as romance. I emerged from the people carrier and ingested the familiarity of the place; Langdon Woods. Now, those pathways are dug into my palms. Deep trenches scratched into the whorls of my fingertips. Reminders of where I've been.
 
We walked for a while, hand in hand. You pointed out cashmere blankets of bluebells that bowed their heads as we marched past. I saw them repeat infinitely, a kaleidoscopic tessellation of my many copies of this memory, each slightly different (some faded and well worn). I remembered the bluebells infused with the smell of you.
 
After a time, we grew weary. Sweat bubbled onto our skin until our hands could no longer grasp. I rested. Sat on a worn smooth log bench facing the town where we lived, I ate, and drank, and filled myself with thoughts of you.
 
You had other places to be and went quicker than I, I couldn't make my body match yours and I lost you. The woods felt heavier, and the trees waved to me, trying to tempt me to go backwards. The leaves gossiped of me, they hissed their lies to the bluebells who now turned their faces away to speak of Eurydice.
 
I could not catch you. I fell in my distress, tumbled over a pile of stones and in the fuss they spilled over me. I lay in the dust and cried for a while. I did not understand your sudden departure. When I realised that I was alone with the sun setting weightily upon me I shook off the stones and crawled to my feet. My anxious hands attempted to brush the dirt out of my skin, to dig it out, to shake it off, but still it marked me, so I pressed onwards; decorated with my descent. 
 
It only took two corners to find sunlight again, here I rested again for a moment and you found me again.
 
You knew I was tired but would not allow me to remain. You guided me forward and we began to climb the steep incline. The taurus cluttered around us but did not harm us with their lazy looks. We struggled and staggered, so great was the hill. It stole the breath from me as I pushed my mortal body further and further.
 
When we reached the peak you stood back to let me see the view, the vast collision of sky and sea blurring blue. I could see the town again, off-kilter clusters of stone stewing in sea salt and nostalgia. I could see far off places on the other side of the water's body, places I longed to know.
 
I took in a gulp of frosted air and turned to meet you. Settled beneath a wiry tree you slept. I could not rouse you but I had gotten used to talking to you when you couldn’t reply. I knelt down as if in prayer, in my own way I was, and cried.
 
It was a big pain that followed me whenever I came to this place. It was a heart strangler and my paper body fumbled clumsily to keep going. The great escape! My tears ran out.
 
I flattened a section of grass down, remembering the times our father carried you here. I placed three pinecones on the altar, remembering the countless times that you carried me. I added baby flowers in yellow, eighteen shy little stars to remember you by. Sat in a cradle of sky and earth with the sea smashing into the side of the cliff, an ever present and real threat to take me too, I often wished it would unite us. I unlocked my chest plate and fished between my ribs until I could wrangle something out of my voice box. "I miss you" it said, and that was all, because there were no words colossal enough, no volume boisterous enough, for you to hear me.
 
I poured my misery and grief over the offerings, swamping your grave with my congealed and slithering depression.
 
As my shudders grew weaker I wiped my face and said goodbye, another annual goodbye for the scrapbook. Your hand was on my shoulder again as I rose and turned to look out across the water plains. The ocean churned and groaned a leaden murmur of change. The sun dried the streams on my cheeks and I thought that one day my tears would merge with your long lost ashes and together drop into that same sea. I wondered if I would ever return here and, answering my unspoken thought, you pulled me into the tight embrace of the sudden wind, and after that I was alone again. I walked away and whilst I looked back often, I knew that you must remain in that high ground while I pursue the fluid horizon. We would meet again, but not yet.
i wrote this for a college assignment to write something based on a personal experience.

I wrote this, which has many levels so if you dont wanna know, look away!

The surface layer is a description through a wood and up the side of a cliff to the top. This is a very real journey i take most years on the anniversary of my sisters death as her ashes are at the top (so she could be part of the air, sea and earth). There are details throughout this piece that are from that real annual journey. Bluebells, pinecones and primroses.

The story has a second meaning, the story of my life.

Below i have marked specific details which may be enhanced by knowing my intentions.


"I emerged from the people carrier and ingested the familiarity of the place; Langdon Woods. Now, those pathways are dug into my palms. Deep trenches scratched into the whorls of my fingertips. Reminders of where I've been." - people carrier, womb. Fingerprints mentioned because they are formed in the womb. This section imitates birth into a safe place (my family life).

"We walked for a while, hand in hand. You pointed out cashmere blankets of bluebells that bowed their heads as we marched past." - This refers to my sister(laura) and i as children. We were very close. The bowed heads is a reminder that it wasnt all happy however because she was severely disabled.

" I saw them repeat infinitely, a kaleidoscopic tessellation of my many copies of this memory, each slightly different (some faded and well worn)." - refers to the many many times ive walked that pathway in rememberamce of her over the years.

 
"You had other places to be and went quicker than I, I couldn't make my body match yours and I lost you." - Her death


"The woods felt heavier, and the trees waved to me, trying to tempt me to go backwards. The leaves gossiped of me, they hissed their lies to the bluebells who now turned their faces away to speak of Eurydice." - my depression and anxiety taking over my life. Paranoia.


"I could not catch you" - attempted suicides


"I fell in my distress, tumbled over a pile of stones and in the fuss they spilled over me." - rock bottom


"When I realised that I was alone with the sun setting weightily upon me I shook off the stones and crawled to my feet." - fight or die moment

"decorated with my descent." - scars and anxiety
 
"It only took two corners to find sunlight again," - two major bad life events before i started to see hope again.
 
"We struggled and staggered, so great was the hill. It stole the breath from me as I pushed my mortal body further and further." - fighting to get better and go to uni.
 
When we reached the peak you stood back to let me see the view"- hope for the future

"I could see far off places on the other side of the water's body, places I longed to know." - past tense death,present tense hope.

 " I added baby flowers in yellow, eighteen shy little stars to remember you by. Sat in a cradle of sky and earth with the sea smashing into the side of the cliff, an ever present and real threat to take me too, I often wished it would unite us." - 18 primroses. Threat of suicide and death.

There is a passage where i talk about my depression flooding the grave, it is supposed to be grim to reflect the guilt about being self indulgently depressed. (a small thought in the back of my heart)

Throught the story there is a "you". Originally it seems like a real person, someone going with me. In fact the idea is that it is those who watch over me, my sister and my grandmother. Talking about how they pushed me towards a brighter future.

The ending of this isnt ss strong as i wish it would be, because im still not sold on the happily ever after idea.


The title is the latitude and longitude location of this place
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flummo Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2013  Student Writer
"It only took two corners to find sunlight again, here I rested again for a moment and you found me again." Ah, this.
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flummo Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2013  Student Writer
Good God. It's incredible how you were able to translate all that into this. Such a poignant, symbolic piece. :heart: I admire your strength. And I like why the title's the title. Sorry I'm not at my most articulate at the moment. :\
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Sammur-amat Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2013   General Artist
Breathtaking and heart-wrenching and most certainly deserving of the DLD! :heart:
Congratulations and I am so proud of you, my dear friend! :tighthug:
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2013
Aw thank you!
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Sammur-amat Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2013   General Artist
Most welcome, Kateykate :heart: :heart: :heart:
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shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Now I understand the purpose of the title...

Although I'll admit, reading this at six in the morning wasn't a good idea on my part... I liked it... the ending was the best thing I've ever read (the ashes part in particular)... and well, reading the author's description, I really am sorry for the loss of your sister... I hope you find inner peace... honestly, I do...

And hopefully enough, if I can manage, I'll read this work in full... and let you know what I think.
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2013
:tighthug: Thank you sweets, and its a complex piece of prose and a bit more 'flowery' than I like anyway.
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shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
*nodding* your welcome. And stay happy.
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NotenSMSK Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Congrats on the DLD! I will read it when I get time ^^;
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2013
aww thank you!
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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2013   Writer
:iconcongratssignplz: on the DLD feature. This felt so real and your pilgrimage to your sister's seaside resting place explains a lot. You have both my admiration and my condolences for that loss. Everyone has (or will) lose someone close to them, and I think this piece will help them the way it seems to help you. Thank you.
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013
THANKYOU. Oh gosh. Thank you. :tighthug:
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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013   Writer
Ahaha. You're welcome. :iconslipperyhugplz:
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DailyLitDeviations Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2013
Your wonderful literary work has been chosen to be featured by =DailyLitDeviations in a news article that can be found here: [link]

Be sure to check out the other artists featured and show your support by :+fav:ing the News Article. Keep writing and keep creating.
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013
Gosh, thank you!
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WinterLeave Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
beautiful, darling <3 how brave and kind of you to write this! I'm so sorry for your loss and I wish you all the strength of the world <3
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013
:tighthug: Thank you so much. I appreciate that
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WinterLeave Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
you're welcome!
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MichaelGarcia7 Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013  Professional Writer
Awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013
Wow! Thank you!! :D
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MichaelGarcia7 Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013  Professional Writer
You're very welcome!
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Kazul9 Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013   Writer
Oh wow. It was moving the first time around, but after reading your comments, it nearly made me cry. I can't even begin to imagine how hard it all was. You did beautifully writing it down, though. :hug:
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013
:tighthug: Thank you so much. It was hard, sometimes it still is.
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Kazul9 Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2013   Writer
You're welcome! :hug: I can't even imagine. I have a little sister who is my best friend, despite our bickering. I'm glad it's not all the time, though. :)
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SolarumNyx Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
this is beautiful. upon reading the explanation, i teared up a bit. ;w; lovely, lovely work, as always. <3
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013
:tighthug: Thank you so much.
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SolarumNyx Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
<3
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nightshade-keyblade Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
You have a lot of powerful symbolism in this piece. It reads so much better when you explain it.
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013
nods.. I agree. I think though that you should be able to read something without knowing the context. So as literature, maybe its a bit weak. But as my life story... It does the job.

I look forward to when poor miserably A Level English students have to decode this. Giggles.
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nightshade-keyblade Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I can read this without knowing the context. It just...brings different pictures to my mind.

Oh, you are a mean one, Ms. O'Driscoll *Grinchy snorting noise*
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2013
Nods, haha
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