A Clamour of Bells - Blog Assignment 2+3

I have been told on more than one occasion my spirit is deemed generous. My empathy strikes like the noise of a bell, a gentle clamor that resounds echoing across the whole of my being, a sigh and song that resounds echoes and the sound of rain falling. My heart swings a pendulous hypnotists amulet-- it swayed across my eyes, lids heavy, drawing closed slowly, slowly, into a peaceful slumber--
And it swung faster with each and every heartbeat, blood rushing in my ears as I stared up against the chalkboard, dusty green meadows of the chaos of education and creation, tumbling to their feet to stand tall. It was a project, a communal gathering of truth and self to be displayed on 5x6 postcards...
And mine hung across, a banner fluttering in gentle-rain winds, revealing words that set my stomach whirling, like I'd spun in circles far too long, in a language different, strange, and foreign to my lips. Butterflies filled my stomach as I glanced over quietly, the many miles leftwards.
I had made the decision to place it out there-- And I would have to carry it now, like the weight of a child across a woman's back.
Ich liebe dich.
I looked over and wondered if they knew? Did they read the words drawn across the prairie winds of my heart? What impact did they bestow? Was it like lightning striking, glorious? Was it like a sunrise bringing light to a ceasefire? What hands had I extended outward now?
I swallowed, the lump thick in my throat-- I did not know, then, of the miles we would have to traverse...
And how many, many long stretches lie in between, of silence and quiet strangeness between friends. There were rough patches, awkward, bumbling arguments, long nights... But then, in that sobering, freeing moment?
I was not to know that the holes I had drawn us tumbling down into, from which we would have to mutually help one another, hand by hand by hand. I had no idea to me that this would cast us apart temporarily, like birds on a crossed breeze...
I had cast my banner into the unknown, bright white light of surrender, and waited for the messenger to bring back its olive branch.
We would find it, even if we struggled long in the process, across great seas of uncertainties. Even if we each had moved along thereafter, but for then, the words hung solid, rising like the peak of a mountain..
Ich liebe dich.

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AN: I figured I'd do contrasting pieces of the same moment in time, a rather personal one, where once-upon-a-time I rather naively admitted some feelings I'd had for a friend that they hadn't felt back. The moment hands solid in memory as a sort've..Cataclyst to our still-friendship, one that could have well gone either way. This is, of course, only my point of view, and I've taken incredible poetic liscense too it: I remember it with a LOT more awkwardness, the noise of air conditioning, and the heat of the art-room-kiln in the background..
I, however, chose to leave those out to focus on the image of the card, the words, and emotion.
I'm thinking that, even if these don't fit the requirements for the assignment entirely, I'll positively keep these drafts. I like them, so, haha.