A Beginnging

A beginning. Where to begin? I think, perhaps my first mistake, but i digress. I am here because of the oblivious recognition. I am human. Thus I enjoy being praised or hearing the sound of my own voice much like other humans. And so now all shall see my value, or not. It is nice to have such anonymous friends. A new start in a sense. Here I am talking about beginnings again. The segments of my life that pass by so effortlessly all have beginnings and I think I have been missing them. What a perfect place to start. I’m on a clean sheet. Considering i’m not ugly I can make any first impression that I like. So I consider this my grand introduction. All the kings of the court have gathered for me. The carpets role down the sides of my eyes. A lonely horse with tunnel vision walks by. I can relate, she looks sad in this light. This light her peers have placed upon her has beaten her down. She notices all the other horses and their happiness and she cries. I wish to tear down the red carpets from the sides of her eyes. If only then she would notice all the kings looking at her.

I should stop before I get carried away. I think that this is a good introduction. 

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

I agree with Meg; I did lose my voice once, from lack of use--literally. It took me about a steady week to get it back, speaking a few sentences a day. Anyway, enough memories. This is really cool: the inner thoughts of someone on the verge of losing their conscious identity because of sheer loneliness--at least that's my take on it. It's wonderfully driven by narrative

[JEWLDUST]

Aww...yes what a wonderful introduction! its 2:24AM, this what you wrote has inspired me! I like how you used the horse. So very true. So many ways. Thank you

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"...or hearing the sound of my own voice much like other humans"

Maybe it isn't that we all enjoy the sounds of our voices, but that without speaking in a way that is recognizable, we may begin to lose who we are completely; maybe without hearing the voice from within us, we'd forget about our own existence. And life would shape itself into a blur.

"The carpets roll down the sides of my eyes"- That's a thought-provoking description.
"I should stop before I get carried away".. well I'm sure you know how that adds an edge to the reader's curiosity. I like this. And yes, you're right:

it is a grand beginning.