27PL Consumption Series - Tumblr Posts

Consumption N.1

There was once a man who would feed on sad stories. He was a hungry soul that had been isolated for years, and in his loneliness he would find that sadness was a bitter meal, but a filling one. It was better than feeling empty. Better than the hollow pit he'd being living in for so long.

Those sad stories would pass through iron bars in the dark night, the whispered words weaving between cold cells and empty halls. Stories of lost loves, tragic death and deep regret. They would reach him and he would indulge. This consumption was an unhealthy one but he was addicted nonetheless.

---N.02

Consumption N.02

The woman watched her footprints in the sand fade, it was nothing big or grand, just one trace of her existence, being replaced by something else. She was alive in some sense of the word, but so where most and not all belived it worth their while. She was one of them.

She would usually walk the long coastline til her feet would ache and the cold air made her fingers painfully numb. She would walk until she felt completely undone. Today she was skipping wide flat stones across the water, they'd plonk and sink, rarely did they skim the surface. Looking down as the tide rushed to her feet, she saw the stones wash towards her, whether they where the ones she threw, she didnt know.

If she could catapult her disbelief into the ocean , perhaps it would come back one day as belief: something light in the face of forever. That was what these walks had been for after all, a way to feel lighter, to somehow shed the heavyness of living from her bones.

---N. 01