Snippets and Gems

A loneliness, deep and profound lay waiting far within the woods of Alabama.  The loneliness didn’t reside in the typical material existence one would imagine--not by far; it wasn't some recluse of a man who had lived out his days in solitude, waiting for the sweet embrace of death… nor was it a frayed and tattered old teddy bear--forlorn in the woods, searching desperately for the love of its child; This loneliness resided in a well. 

Every well has a wish and this well was no different. But to see the wish, one had to look deeply into the well and see its sorrow--A heavy weight rested on its heart. It was as if some dark device had ripped out part of its soul, and now... now it was only left with a hollow emptiness. An emptiness that it wanted desperately to be filled. It remembered a time long long ago when people would drink from the cool clean water they would hoist up with its bucket. But now, even the bucket had disappeared. Its wish was simple: It wanted to be remembered. It longed for someone to do something as simple as toss a bright copper penny into its depths. It remembered a time, long ago, when people knew of its secret. Now it seemed, once more, there were none.

The well had been forgotten before. It knew true loneliness, and there was nothing it feared more. For centuries the first time, it felt the cold embrace of isolation, and it was beginning to feel that profound darkness creeping in yet again. The first time that it had been forgotten, it had been for so long that it had almost entirely forgotten its true purpose. It had only faintly held onto the edges of its secret. It had forgotten to the point, that it had to be reminded of its purpose... and now, it could feel that dark, sorrow-filled loneliness creeping in once more. Like a dark smoke filling in the very holes of its being.

Today, a great pit rested heavy on the well's heart. It knew that if it was forgotten again, it too would succumb and forget and that eventually, it would think of itself as nothing more than a deep black pit in the earth. After it was forgotten the first time, before it lost had lost sight of itself completely, someone came and reminded it of its true purpose. But that someone hadn’t come now in over two years. The well had been as patient as the mountain, but its hope was waning. Darkness was filling that space that seemingly had only just become a bright and happy memory.