A dead rabbit lay on the road this morning. Funny, it looked as if it were only asleep. Not a single fly nor a maggot had soiled through its velvety fur. You couldn't call it a carcass. It was living, yet dead, and dead, yet living.
Perhaps this rabbit is a divine paradox. Maybe it conveys that all living things simultaneously wish to live and die. But how can you trust me? I'm a mere human being. I am not a rabbit.
You're not a rabbit. What the hell am I saying? Can we possibly trust ourselves with each other when our lives are manipulated by invisible forces of malevolence? Who drives us to do these things? Why can't we fight back? Why can't we live joyfully? Why can't we die peacefully?
I only look forward to one thing in my life...the Marshmallow Sundown. One day in the midst of it all, the rabbit's companions will come back and cry and mourn his death. The Marshmallow Sundown thus descends. You and I shall be embraced by this eternal spectrum of warmth and everlasting serenity. The rabbits need their peace so let them rest...let them rest away. Forever and ever, for heaven and hell cannot compromise, for God and the Devil cannot control us, for nothing can inhibit our dreams and ambitions...we shall transcend all boundaries and rise...
What goes up does not always come down. Sometimes things just fly away. I wish to live for the moment and realize that I have actually lived it, and not when I rummage through my memories in my old age, grimace that I have wasted it away.
Rabbits dancing around me, prancing, singing, crying. Oh Marshmallow Sundown, take me away with those rabbits. Fly me away from this place and I shall never worry again. Let me cry with my friends, let me rejoice with my friends, let me love with my friends. I love you all. I love you, I love you...Oh Marshmallow Sundown you are my only true love.
I wish to come up for air, to discover all the aspects of this forsaken planet and spread my wings. I wish that everyone will survive hard times and stay friends and love and cry and hold each other tightly before settling six foot under.
I will not die when the time comes. I shall leave. I shall head for the Marshmallow Sundown and meet you there. I will meet you there my friend, and I wish you the very best of luck in living your ever-lasting life.
We shall become immortal without having to be immortal. We shall become gods without being divine. We shall embrace one another once we are warmly wrapped within the Marshmallow Sundown. I love all of you. I love all of you. Oh Marshmallow Sundown, you are my only true love.
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