rayatta

Art is altogether a collaboration of articles which meld together to forge a brighter picture. Life, therefore, must be the most articulate of arts, a balance between the perfect anguish and the perfect comfort. Flesh is caught within an intricate scheme of thin, fluid and threadlike fibers which coagulate to form the stability in bodies. As such, we as essences bound to flesh are entrapped within ourselves, a prison fled only in death. Our blood boils with resilience that has yet to fail us, though not yet strong enough to soar autonomously. We seek an outlet for our furious yearning for flight, neutrality among the very sub particles we are comprised of. To seek such an outlet is to merge mind upon mind with such delicacy that a single misfire is equal to disaster. To seek for ourselves, the flightless ones in both body and mind, a soul of the same meaning and identical purpose, but of innocence yet to be harvested is a quest which has captivated man for thousands of years. We seek strength in four columns built strong, laced with muscle of such power that the armies of kings have trembled in their wake, chests broad and robust that cradle a tender heart embraced in both simple truth and unwavering virtue, but it is in the eye that we manifest our souls, the space pure and untainted by the horrors of the world outside its haven. It is here, as we thread our wishes into their manes and whisper our grievances into their ears that we find ourselves capable of spreading what wings only wishful thinking may grant us. It is here that we learn both struggle and to soar past any obstacle blocking the unbeaten path and to do so with such grace and elegance that those before us merely peer awestruck as to the splendor befitting of no other host. It is here that our troubles cease and the freedom we so seek can be relished in quantities found in no other worldly space. It is here, people, that we can learn to love again as we did when we were children, unconditionally and without preconceived notions. It is here, in the moment of our intertwined hearts that we, the flightless ones, can believe in the magic of this world once again. Our hearts may bleed freely and our heads may rest easy, here with our souls fused as one with our partner of millenniums, the horse.

"Wistful Dreams"
Fanfiction by Rayatta

Link:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6306766/1/Wistful_Dreams

Summary:
"He opened his eyes, and there, bounding amongst the golden grasses, she was, the picturesque image of utter virtuousness, as sweet as she was captivating." A fanfiction based on the Kaname's dreams of a certain child whose connection binds him still.

*-Creative critisism is always welcome, whether in comments or reviews!-*
xoxo,
~.Rayatta.~

This is really cool; I was listening to Redemption by Muse while writing, and the song fits perfectly for the tone of the story.  Try listening to it!  It makes everything take on a really pretty new meaning!
Here's the song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4EqjvnWfRM