Grave of fireflies

Mary knew this was a special day for her. Even the morning seemed to greet her with warmth and love Unusual silence had lain upon the city So she opened her eyes after just tasting the silence for few moments with her eyes shut. It was unusualpeaceful and it was almost like she could hear the falling of something something alike to a featherSoft and whiteand and thin! Yes thin!!! she thought. The taste has changed in a way usually it was loud and disorting, filling her closed eyes with so many colors and shapes that she could hardly keep up with them. They were red and sharp with their sparking taste it almost hurt her Her every day ceremony for her Gods was uneasy to accomplish But now Mary enjoyed every crystal of this taste every cell from this silence She felt the tips of her toes frozen and in the cheeks a wind of fresh and yet chill texture. Covered her legs with her palms and tried to warm them there was no use it was cold the child took the little blue blanket and wrapped herself in it her little porcelain fingers came across few little holes. For a while she played with them like a little kitten that plays with a finger of a glove She remained like this for a time It was time to get up So she slowly lifted herself Mary was dressed in something which seemed to have been a summer dress Now it was all ripped apart and covered in grey dust and mud. The dress didnt go under her knees so the legs were exposed to the wind and so were the arms and her neck. Marys big black eyes stopped on the walls of the street end while the black curves of her hair were sailing on the iced winter winds All in all she looked like a small china doll coming from an old time and dreams The child looked at her a bed a small cartoon box with red letters scribed on the left sideOnce her brother said that this was a magic place. In their first night in this street end, he covered her in this blue blanket and told that everything will be okay as long as he is with her He told the story of the fireflies that once helped some children get out from a cave and how someday a firefly will appear and lead them to the light In that moment he scribed the three red words and told her that it was the name of the cave which imprisoned the children and this was their cave Mary arranged the blanket and started walking towards the park. She felt the snowflakes cover her hair and melting on her face Opened her mouth and took the tongue out Yes it
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was the taste from the moment she woke up peace and weightless Mary walked that day through the city, searching every corner and surprising herself with the fact that it was the same taste as from her home She kept dancing in the street and the snow had covered her summer dress transforming it in an ice-bride dress She was an angel waiting for the wings to spread in the air , waiting for the moment when she could finally fly awayon the clouds of snow. Soon she said goodbye to the sun and watched its red descending and with small steps, feeling the cold snow under her bare feet she went back home On the alley next to her box she saw a tree with little light flickering near it Mary slowly approached the tree and realized that the small light floating above the naked branches was a firefly She reached her hand to it, and the firefly stopped on her palm shining bright the taste of peace. The child went to her box and covered herself with the small blue blanket while the firefly rested on her cheek. Soon afterwards she closed her eyes to feel once more the unusual taste of peace

When do you realize it ? That your own feelings start suffocating you. The night falls upon the cold room.I do the same things; old habbits die hard. He chose a nice classic note from the vinil and as the music pors into the air Damon started intoxicating his mouth with a good old friend, the badmouth scotch, otherwise old enough to kill him if he continued their friendship a few more months. He entered the bathroom as the background ws filling with : Moonlight sonata. It is calm. He looked into the mirrow and found himself amid all of the things he ought to be, all the dissapointments, the ashes of social life, the regretsor their lack. Until now all he had managed to do , it seems, were only injourious things and deciosions. He reached for the reflection in the mirror and touched every wrinkle, only now had he noticed how many there were. So many scars. Even the face looked weird. The reddnes of the eyes contrasted with the total, if not absolute, lonesome betrayed by the ice-blue iris. The orbits were livid, the beard had grown into a rough and tumble one. The hair, as well, had grown. much more than a few inches Id say. It was squalid and dark, covering his lour forehead and seamless fell on his shoulders.Moreover, the skin had a strange unearthly ghastliness. Damon traced with his untimely aged hand the features and denied them . Bladerdash, this aint me!! Kept swigging the scotch and went along with the memories.

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He had cheated , lied, coverd himself all this time. He lost it once and the innocent reflexion cracked. The efforts went to waste. He gazed into the mirror and something bloodcurdling took his breath for a second, just a split second His exsiccated lips sketched a sardonic smile. Thats the ticketthis is me! All those layers were shorn and his inability to hide generated cervices in the reflection, all had collapsed , the inner dark needed no more to hide. freedome . He lit himself yet another cigarette and drunk himself to sunrise. To wit , by the first rays of the sun he did not twart the decay anymore, he just sat in his little quiet nook and enjoyed the very bits of this carnal sin with the face of smoke. There is no salvation for this little black heart ! It was a cold January morning. But he could say it was as dull as any other from his thirty years of liveDamon could feel how that routine simply saturated every cell of his body as he took his black coat and put his hat on. Took the way through the park. always used to think it will save me from my moments of despair. There was some sort of beauty in the snow filled park in the way the old lamps looked on the background of the snow He walked onto the street end when he saw a strange cartoon box with three words written on the left side Grave of Fireflies Then he noticed a small porcelain hand coming out of the box. Damon approached the box and his eyes were dazzled by what he saw A little girl was drowning in an angelic sleep with a firefly on her cheek He thought he had fallen, but his eyes gloated the scenery before his him. Ilussion or not There he was, in cold winter morning, a heathen waiting for reedemer.

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