As The Pages Fly Away

The Child With Green And The Man In Green

There is this red liquid on the gravel. Dark red liquid. It is smeared all over the ground. As the screen pans you see a green shirt stained with this dark red liquid. Soon you see a man in a green shirt. His face is bruised. Purple, red, blue. His lip is cut, cheeks swollen and blue. He can't even open his eyes because they are bruised so badly. His cloths are teared apart. Like a cat clawed his chest but worse, like a monster or an animal with sharp claws clawed him and his cloths apart. His hair stained with the dark red liquid. All seems still, he isn't moving an inch. Standing above him is a dark, black hell-hound. The hell-hound picks the man up and slowly healing him. All the man's wounds and bruises are slowly healing and disappearing. The man is good as new. Like nothing ever happened. Not a single scratch on the body. His cloths are mending together and not a single thread out of place.

There he is again. But this time he is on a wooden floor sitting upright against the wall. The same dark red liquid around his mouth and a black eye. But this time it is not a black hell-hound that helps him up. It is a man that looks exactly like the one beaten up. Except his eyes are as black as the eyes of a demon. The black eyed man picks him up and starts healing and takes all the pain away. In this man's green eyes are tiredness, loneliness, sadness, and fear. The fear, tiredness, loneliness, and the sadness disappear as the black eyed demon washes away the pain and the wounds. The constant fear of death are being washed away as he starts to shrink. The wrinkles in his face disappear as his youth appears. His eyes regain the brightness and his innocence he had lost long ago.

As life throws its darkness and complications at you, soon you loose your youth, your innocence, the inexperience that you wish to get back so you forget all the complexity, the mentality of that everything has to be in the black and white, that there are no grays. The incorruptibility you are born with soon disappear as you grow, as you learn that there are different shade of gray in between the shades of black and white. The adulthood comes with a certain price that many don't know about at the moment but regret once known. As life throws it's complications at you, soon you miss the youth that can never be given back once given up.