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Charlotte Williams, 24 Sep '12

It’s dark outside; the sky is of a navy blue and the cold is unforgiving. It settles around us as we tense, like an ominous mist, just daring us to set off on the unseen path even though we could easily become consumed by the thick haze. The danger is ever-present, and no one wants to take the first step.

The path is long and winding, snaking through all sorts of terrains for miles and miles and perhaps continuing forever. It’s so shadowy and gloomy that there’s not a thing that can be seen on the path. We can feel the unsteady ground, squelching beneath our little feet, unstable from yesterday’s downpour, and we can vaguely see outlines of overhanging greenery cloaking the area further. Trees are skeletal and bare, their leaves having turned bright colours, and died they stretch for miles and miles above our heads. We’re so small in comparison that it’s daunting to even stand beside.

We’re erring across the starting line, some of us in nought but shorts and t-shirts and others in thick, woollen sweaters and heavy joggers. At first, we try to hold each other up. When our friends fall, we pause in our journey and wrench them from what feels like quicksand, wiping them down and repeating words of encouragement – “Come on, you can do this”. Some are tired already, exhausted just from the journey to get to this point, but it’s hard to stay still for too long because should you stop and rest, you risk getting stuck.

It’s not long before we’re leaving old friends, old loves behind. Fatigued and unable to move another inch, they’re only slowing you down. We leave them to drown as we hurry along, drowning ourselves in self-interest and ambition. It’s okay, we’ll tell ourselves. They’ll meet other friends, other lovers who are drowning too. Maybe they can drown together, we consider as we pull ahead.

There are a crossroads every so often, and sometimes we’ll take a useless path and wind up staring at the darkness or else the end of the trail. We are left with two choices at this stage: we double back and try again, or we stray from the path, wander as vagrants among the tall trees, lost and vulnerable. We could find our way out, or we could make it through the other end; each is as likely as the other.

We stray, because we’re human and it’s what humans do. We will grow dark, but some of us were born in this shade. A dark blue, thick and smooth but designed as a shell to conceal more disturbing shades. The sadness that I feel is one that infects from the inside out rather than the outside in. Circumstance doesn’t sadden me terribly, but the sadness is imprinted on my core, sleeps and dreams nightmares in my heart which then carries it through my veins like poison. It circulates it well around my body and soul until I am totally diseased and I am so deep in sadness that I can no longer bear to breathe. This is where I pause for a moment or two; maybe you do too.

We take a dark route into the forestry, get so lost that we nearly lose ourselves and when we think it’s all over, we find a burning beacon in the distance. A guiding light. We’ll follow as best as we can until we reach the end of the forestry but it won’t be easy. The trees weep and conceal our exit as they flail their arms and sob tears that have been cried for them; they simply pass the message on by allow the salty water to trip from their eyes to our foreheads.
When we get out, we’ll meet a boy or girl, whoever you please. They’ll be our tourniquet. They’ll love us and we’ll love them. We’ll be happy, they’ll carry us through for a while, before they get tired and betray us. They’ll get scared and run ahead or else, they’ll run back to where they’ve been; to familiarity. It’ll be worse to be alone once you’ve experienced how it feels to not be alone.

Maybe we’ll fall back into the blue, or maybe we’ll keep it at bay this time but whatever happens, we can’t stop now. We march on, in and out through boring straight concrete roads that stretch for miles and miles onward to twisting cobblestone paths and lanes that wind intricately ahead of us.

And at the end, there will be no clouds and there will be no rain, no storms. We’ll be safe, we’ll be warm, we’ll be happy. We’ll have loved and we’ll have lost, we’ll have felt such terrible pain and depression but it’ll all be just fragmented memories. We’ll see skies of perfect blue, and we’ll crawl into the sun, wearing our scars as our medals of honour. I was born in this shade. A dark blue; but doesn’t it contrast beautifully with the golden sunset that will welcome us to a place we’ve never really been before? Home.

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  • Charlotte Williams said...

    Untold Tales Entry.

    This is kind of abstract but essentially, the story talks about life in the metaphor of it being a journey, in this case over a collection of paths, if that makes any sense. It all starts off as a race, people are more advantaged than other, some people get waylaid and you leave people behind. It's connection to the theme of Blue is this: To me the colour blue represents a variety of emotions, but the one that I focus on is sadness really. I use different shades to represent different parts of life. It starts out a navy blue, which is dark and unclear and then there's a line that says "I was born in this shade" which suggests that this sadness is natural and instinctive, it's inside rather than purely circumstantial. It's also used at the end to represent happiness and the end. It becomes a bright colour, one that symbolises hope. Despite this, the persona still recognises they are born in this shade of dark blue but it doesn't matter because life is what you make it to be.

    So yeah, I could write pages of analysis on this, probably put way too much thought into it but that's it :L

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  • Jennifer Jaques said...

    I liked the 'abstractness' of this writing. It is clear that it is an extended metaphor about a journey and the difficult parts reminded me of what being a teenager was like (believe me I wouldn't want to go back to being a teenager for all of the tea in China- it is a difficult time sometimes). I like that there was a sense of hope in the end too :)

    • Posted 8 years ago