He couldn’t say he didn’t like it

With everything frozen, everything was constant, he wasn’t roaming around in an ever changing nothingness. He felt more apart of something now than he ever had before. He was no longer the traveller in the dark, he wasn’t sure what he was.

He began to think that may time had only stopped around him or with in his vision. He began to wonder if she was also stopped, frozen somewhere. Or was she still wandering around out there? He thought maybe she was and maybe since he cannot move just maybe she will find him once again.

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Everything stopped

There wasn’t a heart beat, a blink of an eye. No flutter of an insects wings. Birds in mid-flight, suspend in the air. No wind, no slow rotation of the earth. The plague he had brought upon the land was infecting no longer. The dead stayed dead and the living, alive. 

Was this the end he had hoped for? With nothing but the memories of the last time he saw her and the star. Stuck in time, stuck alone in the dark. An end as good as any, he thought. Now he could truly rest.

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The world started falling apart

The star stopped rising and the moon became slower. The cool empty dark became teeming with all kinds of except human. The winds blew heavily often making travel against it impossible. The land cracked, sank, split, and fell. Bottomless chasms form and many filled with water from the relentless downpour of rain. 

His once beautiful, peaceful, and hopeful land had become just a memory. He looked for safety and was unsuccessful every time. The destruction seemed to follow him. It was him that brought this blight upon the land. He started searching for a solution.

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He wished with all his might

On every shooting star, on every symbol of luck. Though every wish seemed to fall on deaf ears.

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He wanted to hear from her

By call or by letter. He didn’t particular care how they communicated as long as he could talk to her and have her listen and do the same for her. He wanted to tell her of the sights he had seen, the people he had come across. For example he had once met a very nice woman, one who he got a long with wonderfully, she liked him alright and asked to join him on his travels. As lonely and desperate for company as he was, he declined her offer, for she was not her.

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He missed her

It was a feeling stronger than any he had ever felt. He felt if he could see her even for a moment, even from afar, he would feel better. He wished it could happen, that he could find her.

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A little bird landed next him

He and the Bird seemed to have a silent conversation. They spoke for a while; no lip or beak was moved. He smiled and said aloud “Thank you little Bird”. The little Bird let out a happy little chirp in reply.

The little Bird took flight and flew away. He whispered “Goodbye little Bird”. 

Weeks later the wind brought the little Bird back or as He liked to think the Bird came back on its own. And they had their silent conversation once again.

They did this every few weeks. The little Bird and he became quite good friends. His only friend.

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The sting of tired eyes

soon became a constant sensation. He was traveling less and sleeping more. He knew something was wrong, he also knew he wanted to get better. But he had no idea how to do so with nothing but his pack and the barren land around him. Part of him wanted to find a place to stay, a place to find help, but he liked traveling. Traveling meant he was never tied down, he’d always be ready for her call.

He had left someone once before, it made him feel like a monster. Now he’s struggling; risk becoming a monster again or empty feeling empty.

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He saw a star die once

He wondered of the worlds and life it may have ended. He thought of his star, what will happen when it meets its end. When he can no longer depend on it to guide him, when he knows it will return no more.

He thinks aloud about how he’d miss seeing his star. How he would have to find his own way. How such a fantastic beauty would be gone from his life and everyone else for the rest of time.

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I am the sun on his rainy day, and he is my rain to wash the pollen away.

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