Beyond Our Skies by Christin P. Plangger (life changing books .TXT) đ
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Beyond Our Skies
Just think about the sky, so beautiful blue and bright, hanging so far above our heads, it seems oh so boundless wide. The sunâs glory sparkling shine, like liquid gold itâs flowing through the bright blue sea weâre calling sky. Snow white clouds are hanging there, like little crowns on top, like giant balls of candy floss.
But as the sun is dying, the sky turns bloody red, the shiny daylight fades away and the blue is washed away by a flood of deep, deep black. Sparkles appear above us all, like a million broken mirrors, now sky is hanging there, like a dark sheet, stained of a thousand teardrops shining in despair. The silver moon appears, shows his pale white face, looking down on us. Sometimes he grins his scary grin, one day he shows his hollow head, round, bone white and shining bright, like the deathâs mirror.
Two skies hang high above our tiny heads, changing once a day. But far beyond those skies, two girls are dancing around. One was like the bright blue sky, the other like the dark nightâs face.
I am one and so is she, this is the story about my beloved sister and me.
Like always weâre running through the house, tough now it is different than it was. Itâs oh so silent, cold and empty, mommy says itâs so. She hates it when we romp around, especially now, she says itâs a âno âgoâ.
Me and my lovely sister, we love dancing up a storm, even it the house looks like a tomb, weâre still dancing along the hallways, until our cheeks glow red because it is so warm. She never said a word and laughed, but if we do it now, she start to yell at us and shouts, then my lovely sisterâs drawing me out.
Outside in the garden, oh how we love being here! If summer or spring, we love to sing, trembling in a million blossomâs ocean. And if the summer dies and the autumn comes to paint the leaves red with the old summerâs blood until they fall to the dying earth, we jump into their corpse piles, run, shout and sing until the sunâs live is fading and mommy calls us in. And as the cold white winter coverâs the earth with snow, weâre dashing through the white, sparkling blanket, skate on the frozen pondâs face and build up castles out of the white glitter. Sometimes we start little wars, throwing snow balls on each otherâs head. Iâm not so good at targeting, what sometimes makes me sad. And if the stupid boys from town come and pull my shiny hair, my sister gets real mad, and throws stones against their heads. Then those stupid boys are running, faster than the light and me and my beloved sister stand there, smiling oh so bright.
Today it rains outside, and we have to stay in here, because mommy âdoesnât want you to get ill my dearâ. But my sister loves the rain and so I ask my mom, if we canât take a walk to jump into a few puddles. Now mommy starts to yell again, calling me insane, I shouldnât talk this way because it hurts, what am I thinking in my little brain?! Now mommy cries along again and daddy sends me to my room, where Iâm sitting with my sister, whoâs reading in a candleâs gloom. Little teardrops fall out of my blue sparkle eyes. My sister comes out of her corner, asking me whatâs wrong. Though we are twins, she is much older, at least two minutes, and Iâm sure that this is what makes her be so wise! She hugs me as I âm telling her âOh beloved big sister, mommy yells at me and cries!â.
Then she tells me âSweetie, there is nothing wrong, even if mother cries sometimes, life goes on along.â
As daylight is fading, the moonâs grin appears, smiling down on me, time to go to bed. Unlike her I hate the night, though the stars are so beautiful and bright. Iâm afraid of the dark and what it brings, and so my beloved sister crawls into my bed and tells me tales of princesses and fairies, until my eyes are so heavy, that they close themselves. But she stays here all night long, singing me my favorite song, watching over me, when Iâm asleep. She was never afraid of what the night brings, she loved it instead. Every night sheâs sitting on the windowsill, watching the dead manâs mirror, the moon come and go. Really, she was like a shadow, and secretly I believe that sheâs like a black fairy, sent from a far away world to protect me from whatâs hiding under bed. My sister wasnât afraid of that, of the monsters hiding under bed, she also didnât fear the thing that was hiding in the closet, what made me really proud!
Sometimes I wake up, hearing mommy cry. Than daddy starts to yell and leaves, crashing the door behind his back. They often quarrel since that day. Mommyâs cry and daddyâs yell, oh I can tell you, sometimes I damn them both to hell. Then I lay here in my bed, crying tears until my pillowâs wet. Beloved sister always comes, strokes my hurting head, she turns my pillow to the white side and stays, until my tears are dry. From the bedroom I hear mommy asking âWhy?â I Donât know why, neither I want to know, but she is always sad this time and tears flow and flow.
So I have to care about myself, âcause mommy says she canât, because Iâ running around the house, just like if I was mad. Often she whispers it into daddyâs ear, very, very silent, so that canât hear. But Iâ m not stupid or deaf, you know, so I heard her telling so: âShe is mad, my darling, I swear, something is going wrong in her head, my dear!â
One day they took me, to place Iâve never seen. I grabbed my beloved sisterâs hand, and my lovely sister told, me not be afraid, âcause nothing could be so scary that I canât even think of it in my little head. She smiled and she was right again, I had to be strong, but then I noticed, that something was going wrong. We walked along a stony way, flowers everywhere. Side a side, giant stones and sculptures were standing there. What a very strange place, Iâve never seen before, such long rows of stones and little houses without windows and no doors. But I believe to remember, that Iâve been here once, but I donâtâ now it for sure, because this time was so long ago. Suddenly mommy and daddy stopped, an angel with a bended head stood on a little garden and looked down with a crying eye on a little silver plate.
I pressed my sisterâs hand, as hard as I could, my heart started bouncing in my chest, like a rubber ball. I was able to read big letters, I learned it at school, but what I read there was so cruel. My sisterâs name stood there, on that silver plate. Before I could ask why, my daddy started explaining and my mommy started to cry.
âLook, my little darling, your sister isnât here. Sheâs sleeping right down there, looking down from heaven. She isnât standing by your side, she has gone away.â
I turned around and ran, as fast I could. My sister, sleeping beneath a well of earth?! No!
Definitely not!
She was running by my side, and called out my name. Behind us, mommy and daddy came along, shaking their heads. Daddy yelled and mommy cried, I sat in the stupid car but as we arrived at home, I ran into our room ant there they came, those stupid tears.
Long, long ago, it started, I remember it dark but clearâŠ
I was little and alone, my sister wasnât here.
As I lay there crying, alone in my bed, my beloved sister appeared like the moon and stroke over my head.
I looked up to her, asking, where sheâd go. She answered, that she went above to our skies and I as I asked why, she told me that itâs so. She said âmy beloved little sister, everyone has to leave and just because my time has come, you shouldnât grieve! I may have left this world, but little sister see, I will always be right by your side, no matter what will be!
So dry your sparkling eyes, thereâs no need to cry. I will always be you sister and this is why you have to carry on, towards the life. I am not gone away, Iâm just faded like the night. And like I am the night, you are the brighter day, so go out there and shine like sun, to make the sadness fade away.
She looked at me and smiled, her white moonâs grin and my tears stopped dropping because of my beloved sister, my dear twin. She was the night and I was the day and even if couldnât always see, my beloved sister, was a part of me.
So I dried my tears again that day, walked down the stairs, my sister right behind me I stopped in front of my parents to tell them the true.
I said âMy dear mommy and daddy, I know that youâre not right. Please donât be mad with me but thereâs nothing wrong with me inside. Maybe your heads are too old to know or maybe your brain are to slow, but listen carefully now, âcause what I say is true. You may not see her, bur though sheâs standing right there. I grabbed my beloved sisterâs hand and she smiled so bright. Mom and Dad, listen, my beloved sisterâs not gone! She is always with me like a shadow , she will never leave me, oh no way in hell! We are like night and day and even now she isnât watching us, from far above the sky. No mommy, Iâm not telling lies, my most loved sister, is standing here, beyond our skies. She faded, like the night does, for me, the day to rise, but if the sun is dying, she returns to my side. And always if I need her, I just have call her name, because always was beside me, not matter what came.
And if you donât believe me, open your hearts to hear.
Iâm not so sure if they did but since that day theyâre quiet, maybe they also want to see, that my beloved sister is always with me.
And so weâre living on, side by side it seems. Like day and night we shine so bright, more beautiful than everything youâve ever seen. So if somebody asks me, âwhere did your sister go?â I can truly answer, nowhere, because it is so: My most loved sister did never really go. No matter where I am, no matter what ever comes and believe me, I donât tell lies. My beloved big twin-sister is always by my side, and we will never fade away, she will always be here, right beyond our skies.
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