Snowflakes are falling on that grave. Snowflakes Melting over the heat that is still boiling hot under that still earth. That ground where nothing grows but dark roses. What was the cause of death?
Murder. Murder and torture were the reasons.
-Who lies in that grave, keeper?
The keeper replied with a sigh and said: “It is a long story. In a couple of words, this story belongs to him who’s got no identity. He used to have one before, but he gave it away. He merged it with a different being you know?”
-No, I don’t understand. What was his identity then?
The keeper let another heavier sigh out
-He’s not dead … he’s just waiting. Paralyzed and taking a rest now. Let me tell you his story.
He was wandering in a mountain enjoying the snowfall. He was trying to keep up with the cold, but it was too cold.
– Is that why he’s here? That’s awful .
– No. Things changed after he saw that Glow in the distance. He went after it for over a year’s time, but every time he felt the heat, he turned back to the cold.
Until that one day, where the Glow gave him a direct sign. He played his favorite type of music… Jazz.
He went to it and it was a person. The best the creator could have ever created. His eyes as deep as an ocean of secrets, holding more than what an ocean could ever hide. All the shimmer covered the dust on his forehead. His lips as soft as a pearl were shaped to perfection. His face as clear as water that no mankind has ever had the privilege of touching.
They held hands, and He felt safe. He felt that the journey of over a year was worth it at the end.
They took on the journey. Until the glow started feeling aged. Aged but not old, just weighed down from the cold. The cold was getting to him somehow.
He asked the Glow about what was weighing him down, but the glow smiled and took a step backwards, still smiling with his eyes.
He looked at the glow again and said: “But we are not holding hands anymore. What’s happening? Where’s your warmth gone? I can’t feel it”.
Time went by, and the warmth got colder and colder.
– Is that an icicle forming on your chest?
The Glow smiled in pain and said: “I’m sorry”
He, on the other hand, was attached. He couldn’t let the Glow go just like that. So He asked him for one last hug.
How could you embrace a boiling being? With a growing ice cold dagger? He still did anyway.
The moment He pulled him closer, that dagger pierced His heart, and made its way to his soul. So deep that it was easier to break and leave it inside than actually trying to remove it. He was just locking his eyes onto the glows’ with all the pain tears forming. “It hurts,” He said “It is excruciating pain that I am feeling”.
The Glow felt the urge to help, so he told him that he loves him, and along with that, he hugged him tighter. The tighter he hugged, the deeper the dagger drove into His chest until it finally broke.
He stood there bleeding black because of the ice cold dagger, but still holding onto the Glow. The glow started glowing even hotter than before, his heat was getting irresistable and with that, the glow’s existence started fading away. He, did not know what to do. The only thing he has ever wanted was fading away, and even staying, it was still burning him miserably. In fact the glow was not disappearing, his soul was just shrinking and getter hotter and his being was walking away.
“It hurts. I’m in pain” He said, but still, never let go.
At the end, the glow’s soul turned into a burning piece of platinum, but He on the other hand, decided to go back to the snow, refusing to let go of the platinum. Always embraced it close to his pierced heart.
It injured him. It wounded him deeply, but he is still beating. He is still alive. He is shattered. He is living under this ground refusing to get out, refusing to be found. Still holding onto that burning platinum, hoping that who it belongs to will grow out of the ground and help salvage Him. He is hoping that the glow comes back looking for its lost soul, and put the pieces of Him back together and emrace Him again.
He… he is a heart. A broken heart. A broken heart that has been stabbed willingly. Hoping to be put back together again one day. These were his last words that you see on the grave:
“For you, in your beauty,
Cast upon a tumultuous world
Deserve a calm lake to cool yourself,
But I am
A wild whimsical whirlpool,
To live as instinctual as
The water, I’d rage and swirl towards you,
In the selfishness of passion’s pill,
But how could i let you drown,
Now that I’ve found you ….”
The Keeper paused for a second and said:
This is where my heart is staying. I stay here and watch over it. Waiting for the roses to start coloring red one day. They have been black for quite a while. He has been bleeding black. But i have to ask .. How did you find this place? Who is that with you? Who are you? No one but the glow knows this place.
The stanger paused for a second, looked at his spouse, then said:
Thank you for looking after my soul. I am sorry your heart has to suffer that because of me but i need you to know that i am always watching you from far away but up until the right time, all i can do is come and water the roses.
The keeper’s grave beat for a second and the keeper said:
Are you ever coming back for what’s yours?
The glow played the broken heart’s favorite music again and said .. dig out whats your… and fly.
He looked at his spouse in pain, took her hand and walked away.
The keeper is still watching over his property hoping to have the glow back .. Hoping for Jazz music to play again.
Yes .. I have fallen in love, and yes, i have got my heart broken.
Is it time to leave now? Does the world just stop here? Do i still sit over the broken hearts grave and watch over it? I dont know .. but what i do know is that i would give away whatever i need to, to get him back.. Part of my soul has already left me when he left to be with someone else. I’m happy to give away the other half if i could get another hug in his arms or a kiss from his lips, but one day, when i leave, i will still watch over him from above… And that music, will forever play in my ears ….
Until you come back for what was yours.