Misremembered Daylight, Remembered Moonlight
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Chapter 2: Cast to Hell - FORGOTTEN
The imposing tower that watches over Halija, a place many have seen, a place few have ventured to. It stands besides the mountains, its base overgrown and indistinguishable from the bramble forest it stands within. The amount that have seen the outside is countless, the amount that have seen the inside however…
Nothing much happened today, as expected. If it was not for my tiredness I would have made better use of my time - I can’t say that use would have been notable in itself, but the lack of use is what has been troubling me lately.
The days I’ve spent sitting, staring, watching, I see the world pass by from the comfort of my emerald spire; the number of days that pass grow as quickly as the ivy that threatens to take the tower over completely. If only I could find the will to move more often, I feel disappointment every time I look downwards to see my garden has become one with the forest once again, try as I might I always find that my creation cannot become self sufficient. I tell the garden one thing, it turns around and does something else, I pull myself down and call it my equal, it still turns heel and sides with the natural order of the encroaching forest. Perhaps it *is* self sufficient, perhaps we just have different views of what a garden should be, so be it, I’ve had enough debates on what should and shouldn’t be to last a lifetime.
Nethertheless, I often can’t find it within myself to leave my own room, I have no need for food nor drink, so why force myself; I’m sure most of what’s left has perished in my absence, even sugary food only keeps for so long; it could learn a thing or two from the garden. What won't perish anytime soon is the leather and paper that makes up my novels, the piles of ones I’ve read have begun to vastly outgrow those I have yet to touch over the past few decades; I suppose I’m reading far more far more often lately. Most of them recently have been quite boring, the subject matter far below me but I continue to read them anyway - They live in the same home as I do, I would quite like to know what they all contain, quite like to know if our views are incompatible.