RavenRuckus

August 9, 2011

Twin Souls

Ok so forever ago if you can believe such things souls were born. They were born whole but they couldn’t stay that way.

The energy it took to separate the whole souls was so great that it sent the twins far in time and space. Most souls are so far apart that they won’t come in contact with each other for a very long time—an eternity. We are all constantly being pulled towards our polar opposite but this life is so small that it only manifests itself in an awkward emptiness. Maybe a quiet sadness.

This void has been filled with many things but the best thing we can do is let that void be, don’t try to fill it because it will be eternity before we will ever be reunited with our twin flames. It will take us that long to be ready. But there are rarities that are so improbably that they just don’t happen in a time frame that is comprehensible to us. When they do the consequences are extreme.

We discovered late in our civilization that there are some souls, rare souls, whose pull is so great that they move universes and time to come together prematurely. It is this power of twin souls that a dying civilization decided to harvest. They came upon the power by accident and were startled when they found it. From the first moment that the souls made contact the flame was imprinted on millions of beings and two worlds from two different universes were united for better or for worse. It’s still not clear which.

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February 23, 2011

Other Mountains Beautiful Weeds

I stand. I look around me. What once was peaceful now turns dark, distorted. The flowers jump up in a scream. I could swear I hear a dear screech from somewhere beyond. I see an ugly stick that I hadn’t noticed before. I bend down and pick it up. A sharp edge cuts my finger. Blood trickles. Somehow

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February 19, 2011

The Pin - A First KIss

We were 14. He reached out his hand to mine. I stared at it. I knew his rings well but I hesitated. I stood there frozen. The train tracks were just feet away. We were alone back packs full of food, water, and clothes. He turned completely to me. I turned to him. He took an Ozzy Osbourne pin off of his shirt. I looked down at it. He held it in his hand. His older brother had given it to him. It meant more to him than a pin should and there he was giving it to me. I slowly reached for it turning the tears back down my throat. “Are you sure?” I ask.

He stares at me with those eyes that haunt me still. Pain had been so much a part of his life that his pupils seemed to pulsate with a beat of something that no one would ever understand. This offering I knew was more than he had ever given. I reach out and brush the tips of his fingers with mine. Just as we touch he clamps his hand shut around the pin. Was that anger that just passed across his face or fear?

Then he brings his fist up to his lips and slips the pin into his mouth. He smiles with his lips smashed shut. He looks so playful that the fear that had been pounding around in my heart ever since we decided to take this journey starts to unwind. I look up into his face, stand on my toes and press my lips up against his. As I do he takes my hand in his and slips the pin into my mouth.