Blessed are the peacemakers

Rye · (This post was last modified: March 08, 2021, 10:19 PM by Rye.)

Time 2:45 am | Weather is 25F (-3c) | Wind - Calm | Place - Polaris Icefield

Dreams were an escape from the daunting realities of life, hauntingly
short relief from the things that plagued the mind; or so most hoped
for relief. In times of great strife their dreams turned into terrors,
besieging a once prominent tower of peace. A never ending bombardment
of anguish, fear, angst and hopelessness pushed the dreamer back into
a harsh and bitter reality with great force. Their lungs squeezed of
every ounce of air as they screamed and their eyes dripped with
desolation. Despair wrapped itself around the dreamer like a snake
suffocating its prey, wrenching out its victims tears all the while
grief curled in their lap, whispering accusations and disguising it as
the truth. The dreamer was left to the whims of its attackers, riding
the tsunami until it took what it wanted, their peace of mind.

They did just that. It was all he had, the one thing that didn't persecute

him for his failures. His dreams. He was left shaking and breathing heavily

as the last of the terror left him. Rye wondered if anyone heard his scream,

although he desperately wanted to believe it was muffled, he knew the mountain

walls were primed to echo any sound. Embarrassed, Rye got up and moved away

from his makeshift den, deciding to go on a long walk as he doubted sleep
would be an option again. His walk was accompanied by memories from days
past, painful, nearly torturous side effects haunted him each minute. Rye
gritted his teeth as tears streamed from his eyes, he cried as quietly
as he could but the agony crashed into him like a wave. It drowned him
in his own sorrow and by the end he was gasping for air again. His mind
thrashed, showing the lifeless blots of color on the ground, reminding
him their lives were on his shoulders. All he could do was slump against

a tree and pray for it to end, hope for his peace to return to him.
Even if only for a second, it didn't matter, he only wanted a break.