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(''Shed Your Love'' | The Helio Sequence)
"What would you do to live after love?"
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I wrote "Blackout" during a power outage at my home that lasted for about half an hour a week ago, or so.
In it, a fifty-four year old man recollects the memories of the love, his wife, who left him after a terrible tropical storm that hit over the tiny lakeside house the man has lived on his entire life.
They were in love for the simple happiness they brought each other, and within that they stayed together in that small wooden house of theirs, mere feet from the lake.
The man was a fisherman, and has been since he was twenty.
There by the lake, from dawn to dusk he would be there and fish, sometimes with her.
But mostly without.
As a fisherman, he collects the memories in the wake of their relationship, doing so the only way he knows how to.
. . .
I hope you enjoy this little story of mine, as I tried to put a lot of emotion into it. The intricacies of the story is something I didn't worry about as much as I did the emotions I was trying to convey as I wrote it, hence the song I added. It's more of one of my many attempts at taking something I know, and then putting out art based on the way I just so happen to see it.
This, strangely, is what my mind decided to show me as my power went out that night.
What an odd mind I have.
Love and being loved is a gift, to me. Please accept it with the greatest of gratitude.
Later days,
Keno
"What would you do to live after love?"
____________________________________________________________
I wrote "Blackout" during a power outage at my home that lasted for about half an hour a week ago, or so.
In it, a fifty-four year old man recollects the memories of the love, his wife, who left him after a terrible tropical storm that hit over the tiny lakeside house the man has lived on his entire life.
They were in love for the simple happiness they brought each other, and within that they stayed together in that small wooden house of theirs, mere feet from the lake.
The man was a fisherman, and has been since he was twenty.
There by the lake, from dawn to dusk he would be there and fish, sometimes with her.
But mostly without.
As a fisherman, he collects the memories in the wake of their relationship, doing so the only way he knows how to.
. . .
I hope you enjoy this little story of mine, as I tried to put a lot of emotion into it. The intricacies of the story is something I didn't worry about as much as I did the emotions I was trying to convey as I wrote it, hence the song I added. It's more of one of my many attempts at taking something I know, and then putting out art based on the way I just so happen to see it.
This, strangely, is what my mind decided to show me as my power went out that night.
What an odd mind I have.
Love and being loved is a gift, to me. Please accept it with the greatest of gratitude.
Later days,
Keno
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Danactos, I sincerely appreciate all that you've done in terms of reading and responding to my work; I can't thank you enough.
And, of course, much thanks to you for your comment on this story. You have definitely encouraged me to continue on with my work and continue to write and post it on here.
Don't forget to be awesome. :D
And, of course, much thanks to you for your comment on this story. You have definitely encouraged me to continue on with my work and continue to write and post it on here.
Don't forget to be awesome. :D
The thing that makes this story for me is the sense of mystery in it.
It could be taken at face value, or it could also be a very clever allegory.
The fact that, in the very first paragraph, he refers to her as his 'late' wife suggests that she may have 'left' him in an entirely different fashion, hence the mysterious aspect.
It could be taken at face value, or it could also be a very clever allegory.
The fact that, in the very first paragraph, he refers to her as his 'late' wife suggests that she may have 'left' him in an entirely different fashion, hence the mysterious aspect.
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