"in the pit
in the pit
i sit until i quit

in the dark
in the dark
i dwell until i spark

on the moon
on the moon
i will be walking soon..."

i hear these verses being sung by the wonderful voice of a girl every night. she repeats it like a mantra, over and over, i lost count how many times .it sounds sad and full of hope at the same time. and while i listen to her i fall asleep on my filthy bag of hay, envisioning her hair shimmering and waving in the dark, while she sits there and mourns her captivity.

i have tried to lovalize her but somehow, she is either constantly hidden away in one of the neighbouring rooms or her singing sound is related to me by channels unknown to me from a deeper and darker area of the caves. i have asked my master, whose chambers are down the hallway, if he is aware of her and the singing, but he just chased me away to my alembic and told me to stop taking from the shi'nein flower extract, which causes hallucinations.

but i do not imagine this - she is real. i know this somehow, even though it is a mystery to me where this knowledge comes from. and in all my escape plans, i dream of taking her along, show her the spark, make her walk on the moon. slow progress, but steady steps towards the light at the end of the tunnel.

"in the pit..."

Even in the pit we can find some beauty. angil · 2012-04-10: 06:04

I had to look at the second photo twice to see the relevance, then, ah the moon... : D The last part of the text remiinds me of picasso's 'everything you imagine is real.' you seem to have a fascination with pits, caves and darkness! Nothing pink in there! ;D globetrotdreamer · 2012-05-22: 13:14

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