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The Haunted Meme – Standing On The Edge Of Tomorrow

Image July 10, 2013PeepSideshow Darkward6 Comments

A fear of heights is a classic phobia. I’m not afraid of heights, so much as I am of falling. I remember distinctly when this fear manifested itself. I was eight years old, on a trip to Mammoth Cave in Kentucky with my sisters and my oldest sister’s family. After traversing most of the cave, there was a stairway you have to climb built over the “Bottomless Pit” to reach the end of the tour. This stairway was made of metal grating and when looking down, you were staring into the abyss. I recall the terror that seized me about halfway up; my brother-in-law had to take my hand and lead me the rest of the way. I had nightmares for years about this experience. And it is a fear that plagues me to this day.

But that still isn’t my greatest fear. It is looking back on my life and worrying that the best has passed me by. That the worst days of my life may turn out to be the best. That the foolish decisions I made when much younger have led me to a place where the edge of tomorrow is a steep, craggy cliff that I am afraid to descend. And I am left with nothing but a yesterday that is far from ideal, but better than what is ahead.

When I saw Berry’s meme this week, I was afraid (haha) that this would end up seeming depressing. Her instructions were:

What are you afraid of? What are you haunted by? Share some of your fears and if you can, create an image depicting one of them. Don’t forget to leave your link in the comments!

To combat the somber tone of my post, I decided to deck myself out in the brightness of sunshine, with the softness of a daffodil’s petals and the delicacy of a butterfly. Thanks to the new round of Collabor88, that was a simpler task than convincing my avatar to stand on this precipice long enough for me to take photos. It was, I admit, a rather quick photoshoot 😉 I found this location in the Destination Guide, once again. It is a sim well-worth exploring called Skye Neist Point. I’ll be going back to wander around another time.

I took a few days off from blogging, and I apologise for not mentioning it in advance. But actually, it wasn’t planned; just a case of inertia. But I’m back now.

Never fear.

Credits:
Dress: Baiastice_Ayoun dress-yellow (Collabor88)
Shoes: ::HH:: Hucci Nasik Sandals – Summer Yellow (Collabor88)
Hair: “”D!va”” Hair “Ange” (Garnet) (Collabor88)
Hands & Feet by SLink
Skin: [:T:] Helena / powder (red) :: 09

Pose: SHAG – Lookin’ BackF

Fighting Against The Tide

Image July 5, 2013PeepSideshow Darkward3 Comments

Sometimes when you try your hardest to protect someone you love, you end up feeling like you’re holding back the ocean, all by yourself. Just a single soul fighting against the tide.

I think this time I’m just going to let the waves wash over me.

Quieter And Yet More Quiet

Image July 3, 2013PeepSideshow Darkward4 Comments

“The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the sky through which the stars appeared. Soon, however, they too began to pale before a splendour in the east, and the advent of the dawn declared itself in the newborn blue of heaven. Quieter and yet more quiet grew the sea, quiet as the soft mist that brooded on her bosom, and covered up her troubling, as in our tempestuous life the transitory wreaths of sleep brook upon a pain-racked soul, causing it to forget its sorrow. From the east to the west sped those angels of the Dawn, from sea to sea, from mountain-top to mountain-top, scattering light from breast and wing. On they sped out of the darkness, perfect, glorious; on, over the quiet sea, over the low coast-line, and the swamps beyond, and the mountains above them; over those who slept in peace and those who woke in sorrow; over the evil and the good; over the living and the dead; over the wide world and all that breathes or has breathed thereon.”

― H. Rider Haggard, She

I wasn’t sure what I wanted to write about these photos. Something about the moonlight, the coming dawn, the night into morning. Of waiting and patience. Of observation and possibly inspiration. But I am not a storyteller. I am, at best, a chronicler of life in a virtual world. So, as I often do, I looked for a song or a quote to inspire my tale.

I stumbled upon this passage from Haggard’s book, She, a story I read several years ago when I was on a Classics binge. While the plot is intriguing, exploring a realm of adventure, fantasy and feminine mystique, what spoke to me was Haggard’s lyrical prose: the way each phrase is lovingly crafted, each word building upon the previous to create a literary masterpiece. It evokes feelings of suffering, uncertainty and finally, hope. The story of Horace, Leo and Ayesha was ground-breaking when written, but the emotion I felt when I read these lines is timeless.

To sit on a deserted beach, the moon giving way to stars and finally to the promise of dawn, whether in the real or virtual world, allows the soul a chance to reflect and heal. When the crashing of the waves, the wind in the trees, the beating of one’s own heart becomes quieter and yet more quiet, peace comes at last.