Castles in the Sky
Castles in the Sky, by Andrew Williams
I take a careful breath as I sit and stare out from the window of this man-made dream machine. An ocean of cloud stretches out before my eyes while they capture the image, freeze-framing the portrait for future reference.
The vast grey nothingness warrants no grandiose explanation. There's just nothing out there, save for a bleak greyness staining the sky.
One short glance soon becomes a desert of eternity. Somehow, my thoughts and troubles dissipate and I'm left feeling refreshed. Although my eyes were open, I felt like seeing this scene had opened them again as a calming sensation captivated my very essence and reminded me that: despite having problems of my own, this world is much older and permanent than I could ever be.
A strange feeling of achievement encompassed my mindfield as a ceasefire was called into effect; it's hard to describe the sensation without running off on some egregious tangent.
So, away we go.
It's like the rush of the chase and then the triumph of the first phonecall arranging the date. It's the heartbeat that skips when you see her for the first time as her bus pulls up at the station and it's the smile that adorns her face when she sees you're not late.
When you find a girl not as readable as this cliché ridden piece: you can't wait to decipher that smile, it's a challenge to you; you yearn to piece together the puzzle behind her wide eyes and unlock her heart.
What I'm trying to say is that there's a simple beauty in just getting to know one another. A beauty not tainted by past feelings of animosity or childish jealousy . . .
Sex is sex. A prize sought by all but a lucky few. Pretty girls and handsome men are as common as a forced simile. The real treasure worth fighting for is a lover with a personality capable of inspiring even the dullest of poets into waxing lyrical for hours without need for reprieve.
I'm an Atheist. Yet right now if asked whether I believe Heaven exists nestled amongst the mountains of cloud; I'd be lying if I said no. I believe that Heaven becomes reality in moments of clarity and bliss - such as this; - times that may justifiably be referred to as the epitome of serenity are where you'll find it.
I wanted to do more than attempt to store this in my memory, it would be a losing battle. The self-destructive habit my thoughts have seemed to implement has made me wary of trusting my mind with anything, so I write while my fellow passengers sleep.
I've found myself stumbling upon the answer, rather clumsily, to one of the oldest questions ever asked: 'why does man, born with legs perfectly suited to walk the earth and swim in its oceans;wish to be able to kick his feet and just fly?'
A moment such as this was too special to allow to simply flutter by, so with a quick reversal of the process I've preserved it behind your computer screen like a pinned-down butterfly.
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I've forbidden this from just fluttering by, I reversed the process by preserving it behind the glass of your computer screen like a pinned down butterfly.
Regardless of interpretation, it is what it is :) Thanks for reading
Give it a visit if you get the chance :D
Anyway: how was Siberia? Was it as Siberian as you expected it to be? I know some stuff about Siberia:
There's a thing called the Taiga, which is well treed up.
There's another thing called the Tundra, which isn't.
That's everything I know about Siberia. I expect you to enlighten me.
I almost had a threesome with two Ukrainian girls, though. But their room-mate woke up and wasn't impressed to find her two friends tending to my manhood.
We stayed in a hostel during our first week there, which was more like a fortress than a tourist accommodation. We had a squad of eight soldiers protecting us, two would always be patrolling the hostel's perimeter wall. Yes, it had a perimeter wall. While the others would stand guard on the main hallways and entrances.
We were in Kurgan, a really poor area of Siberia. The soldiers were there because 'local gang-lords have heard that a large amount of wealthy tourists are staying in the area and will be looking to capture you all for ransom' - apparently. Though we didn't see much animosity towards us apart from random drunks trying to get on our girls.
On the second day there one of the Ukrainians stood on a used needle which was just lying in the dusty street and had to be rushed to hospital. We were all worried, she turned out fine though, thankfully.
Siberia is nice, even the poor area of Kurgan had beautiful scenery including a fantastic lake and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles of endless tree-line bordering the roadside.
The second week was spent in Tyumen, a small but delightful city packed full of character and stunning architecture. They had an eternal flame which burns all year round, signifying something. A massive wall carving of the Red Army defeating the Nazis (who were pictured as lizard-men), an enormous statue of Lenin in the middle of two 'important' government buildings and even a McDonalds.
For the second week we stayed in a hotel in Tyumen, they had hot water and electricity. It felt like heaven after spending a week in Kurgan, washing in cold showers and having no way to charge my iPod.
Every night, much to the disdain of the soldiers in Kurgan, we drank our weight in cheap Russian vodka. We were taught a special way of shotting it which nullifies the taste and removes any chance of getting a hangover. The 12 or so of us who would drink each night polished off at least five litres per night without consequence . . . and we'd still be up at 9am for breakfast (yoghurt long past its use-by-date which had things living it) and to embark on the daily activities.
There were 45 of us in our group, I miss them all :(
I've thought of two other things I know about Siberia:
They had a big kersplosion at a place called Tunguska.
They've got a big lake wot is the biggest body of fresh water in the world, called Lake Baikal, I think. Or is that even in Siberia?
That yoghurt sounds seriously 'bio-active'. Yum!
I have no idea! Ask Google :P
We didn't really learn much about the geography of Siberia. It was more the people we were interacting with. Did I tell you we spent a day at a children's camp where they put me on stage in front of two hundred of the blighters and asked me to recite some Shakespearian poetry from memory?
They were also interested in the prices for iPhones in England, as 'they're expensive in Siberia'.
*Confused*
Why? I thought it was messy XD
I'm flattered though, thanks to whoever it was!
Every woman / lady (there is a definate difference between the two!) wants someone to write about them like this. You are going to break a few hearts young man! You remind me of a character from my book. Now you have enriched that character and I thank you.
Ki ;)
Thanks for your comment, keep me updated on how that character turns out! I'm intrigued now :')
I forgot all about this. Reading it again was like reading it for the first time, as if someone else had written it . . . I was right about having no chance at remembering it. Lucky I wrote it down . . . and luckier still that you found it :)
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