Seeds - Philip Charles

“Sensory alliance then impersonations of the foreign kind sir? What have you become? To which we hold dear we must keep close to one’s breath, as the gasp of freedom is long forgotten. You should know that by now”
It meant nothing to Gideon. He sat, alone and cold, in a dampened room lit by a flickering candle, sat upon a crooked chair lent against the wall. He closed his eyes once more to free himself of life for just one more moment, one golden moment of emptiness. All emotion had retreated, not lost with the winds of time but misplaced, the quest must continue.

Far and wide your thoughts may wander,
Beyond hopes.
Distant memories of the orchard,
Unity beyond measure was a philosophy once spoken,
Never the soul will ride alone.

Rising to his feet he strolled to the open door and stepped, rather uneasily, into a corridor that he recognised. He had been here before. He shuffled to the right and began making his way towards a large wooden door which opened before him. As it opened light flew in with majestic grace in all directions, and he bound for it instantly. Rubbing his eyes he emerged into an empty courtyard and fell to his knees, then onto his chest. His gaze held by what was before him.

Thank you seed for all you’ve done.
All the laughter all the fun.