Dastrix Slogan
Bluelighter
And he carried with him peace in an empty jam jar, its lid sealed tightly and hidden in a velvet pocket inside his brown coat. The green-silver label still promised "fine strawberry confection" within. He would huddle it close to his chest and he smiled as he walked, even as he ran to catch his bus in the morning mist. He would carry it until his hair turned white and crept out from a checkered felt cap that kept the rain away from his smile, as he hobbled his way along the road home. Its walls that had slowly covered with ivy as the lines slowly covered his face.
He carried it until the day a man with a cigarette in his mouth, and a knife in his hand stopped him and demanded all he had. But he had nothing more than the old jam jar, and offered it slowly up to the man as the knife was pulled from his neck saying "this is the only thing I have, it is so very dear to me, but you need it far more than it do, please take it".
It was only after the man with the cigarette and the knife dropped the jar could he see it's contents spilling out, upwards into the air. A hundred butterflies with gold leaf wings fluttered gently skywards from the broken glass on the street below, and he bawled as he tried to catch them like a fool grasping at raindrops. But he never caught one, they would fly far and land softly on others lives that late autumn evening.
The man threw the cigarette into the road, the knife into the bushes and his body from a bridge. Forever haunted that in his lifetime he might take the treasures of kings but it would always pale to that which was given to him, in an empty jam jar.
And for the man on the road below they would wonder once and no more why he leapt away from his life, but for the old man who they found still smiling against ivy walls they said as they had always:
"He carried with him, such great peace".
He carried it until the day a man with a cigarette in his mouth, and a knife in his hand stopped him and demanded all he had. But he had nothing more than the old jam jar, and offered it slowly up to the man as the knife was pulled from his neck saying "this is the only thing I have, it is so very dear to me, but you need it far more than it do, please take it".
It was only after the man with the cigarette and the knife dropped the jar could he see it's contents spilling out, upwards into the air. A hundred butterflies with gold leaf wings fluttered gently skywards from the broken glass on the street below, and he bawled as he tried to catch them like a fool grasping at raindrops. But he never caught one, they would fly far and land softly on others lives that late autumn evening.
The man threw the cigarette into the road, the knife into the bushes and his body from a bridge. Forever haunted that in his lifetime he might take the treasures of kings but it would always pale to that which was given to him, in an empty jam jar.
And for the man on the road below they would wonder once and no more why he leapt away from his life, but for the old man who they found still smiling against ivy walls they said as they had always:
"He carried with him, such great peace".
