Open Mental Asylum

[Senghor Vilhjalmr]

38th of Spring 513AV

As the day continued its earthly spiral upon the celestial seat, with a caressing breath that rustled leaves and touched bare flesh, the muses of simple men seemed to float with an aloof sigh as it swiftly entwined with the air, to some in Nyka this was one a simple day but in places like Zeltiva, it was a day of rest, in Sunberth it was an uneasy omen that entitled a not so simple death, rape or extortion.

"Who knew?..." the unformed sentence of Senghor carried itself with the wind as he looked to the side only to be met by a flourish mass of ebony, emerald and fabric, letting his eyes adjust and attain focus to the detail his depth perception had.

As he looked upon the rich leaves of spring, giving life to the newly born as his arms laid tucked underneath his head, the makeshift pillow of flesh and garment, Senghor let his gaze inclined in the direction of the light piercing through the crevice the branches and leaves had conceived, the suns swords and spears, javelins of incandescent shadows.

Beneath his lain body, a concaved branch cradling his heavy structure with a nursing hold, a earthly embrace to which he could wholly think without feeling a strain in his back. It was a hammock conceived of age and bark, it was his currently spot of relaxation, and he harboured no stress at that moment.

A puffy ivory sculpture drifted in the aquatic heavens like a lonesome fish on a pilgrimage to find its school, such a calm and tranquil picture the world had given life too in that very moment as the clouds slowly changed, and took another form. It'd seemed like his lips curved into a hidden smile as he envisioned what the cloud portrayed, loaf thoughts took the mind of the man at that moment.

"Ah... Uhm... Hmm, a horse..." he murmured to himself as he looked through the gaping tresses the leaves had made for him to look at without a care, the misshapen horse drifted along for a moment, taking a new form and body at each blowing wind in the skies above.

Senghor felt that upon this day, he'd merely sit and let his thoughts drift along as the waking moments, the flush minutes and fervourous seconds took to pass along with the wind...