Vesper Zephyr

Books, books, a sea of books! I surfed my way through immense waves of antediluvian paper, on which were passé notes of all kinds! They were somewhat soppy, kind of absurd, a bit erratic, and perhaps preposterous. Well, what can you do about it? Time just flies, somehow even faster than the locomotion of light! Yet something storms even far more swiftly─the thought of human mind. Thus, I decided to catch a glimpse of them once again.

3/24
I just don’t know which road remaining should be taken. Beyond that point of the summit, could there really be an emerald-green forest? Or might it be an endlessly arid desert, where nothing save drought is to be descried? Hiemal wind blows relentlessly… I want not fall, but the frigid night of eternal darkness has eaten away my faith, if I still have faith left. I can only give it to the savage wind, watch it as it follows the withered seeds of dreams, wobbling away. Hence, I let go…
That small seed, flying…may it descend on the other side of the ridge, and grow into a world of perpetual spring.

4/7 
Perhaps when tomorrow dawns, the mien of the world will alter. Perhaps when tomorrow dawns, people will grieve not any longer. Perhaps when I eventually step across the gates of Utopia, the advent of dream’s end shall become reality. All has gone away as though dust and ashes, vanishing and regressing to nihility. Sporadic drops of tears decorate the permanent winter. An agile dove glides through the passing of time. The fjord which used to embrace the color of lapis lazuli, has anon become a vacant ravine; the garden of paradise has changed into a tumulus of hell. The world… so volatile, so capricious… Finally, perhaps the rain will cease. Perhaps the sun will once again radiate its beams of ardor.

4/21
Let the soft zephyr send the letters! I yearn to sail away, following the alacritous foam, towards the wonderland afar. Accompanied by the cacophonous blessing of the albatross, I espy a shadow of a beluga beneath the face of the ocean. I behold the reincarnation of sun and moon. None shall deter my journey nor thwart my resolution, not even the utmost tempestuous squall. The horrendous waves roar; they hurl me ferociously into the sky. I glance upon the sheeny stars, for one last moment. I plummet, falling into the fathomless, murky abysm. But may it become another legend of the seas.

4/28   
Stars scowl at the terra like rancorous eyes full of ire; they outshine even the brightest moon. Sparks bellow, along with the howling wind, ready to start a prairie fire. The world is suddenly transformed into a purgatory of hellish blaze. I stand on the arête of the highest mountain. The icy snow which once belonged there has already melted away, becoming torrents of tears, heading off the cliffs and into the gorges. I try to defend that last flower alive, a rose varnished with blood. Flames are devouring all that shares existence. “Please condone my perverse sins…I am to live for you, and die for you!”

Reading finished. I could not but emit an asinine guffaw. The mindsets of the past cannot be comprehended anymore. I guess I could say: “Never changed is the changing of the world.” Come what may, the future is not mine to see.