She walks on a never ending path, unknown of her destination. It’s like a narrow tunnel where darkness prevails yet there is something which lightens her way. There are tiny doors leading to different worlds, they are colorful... Red, yellow, purple, orange, blue... You name it, however they are all locked. And she never tries to open them, she doesn’t want to. She waits for times when a particular feeling engulfs her, a nice warm feeling of someone she has gotten and lost. It whispers in her ears, strokes her hairs and kisses her cheeks. When it is chilly it surrounds her like a lover’s arms, she takes in the warmth hungrily. When it’s hot it becomes her cool breeze.
She wants to hold it. She needs it so badly. She reaches out for it only to find nothing… Oh it never wipes away her tears
Then it goes away leaving her alone. Her body and her mind scream for it, begging it to come back. It never listens to her. She stops walking, drops down on the ground, eyes soulless, face drawn. Her light goes out. Silently she prays. Wishes there will be a monster lurking in the darkness which could eat her up. Let there be a school of bats which could suck on her blood. Or all the walls will come tumbling down crushing her bones. She wishes to die. She doesn’t. Frustrated she cries and cries, not knowing what to do, where to go, where to find peace. Her wings of freedom are ripped off; she is trapped forever for she has lost her heart… the command.
The false words she believed are the cause. A tingling touch, a smile, a whisper... You are mine
Yes. She is someone else’s, not hers. She lost herself a long ago.
So there are bridges of sighs and oceans of tears she has created...
It has come back. It laughs playfully and teases her. She smiles a little and dries her eyes. It circles around her making her feel loved and alive. The twinkle is back in her eyes and she stands up. Strong… It flies away from her. She runs after it. Stumbling, falling laughing, crying, screaming. Intoxicated.
She believes she will have it one day. This makes her move on.
It laughs at her foolishness, for it’ll never be hers. It is like a vapour, it scatters.
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she must've been feeling so miserable, even the non-existing things r playing wid her feelings,,
I love it Sidrah =)
If love kills, then unrequited love tortures and kills
Lovely post
Cheers
CRD
great blog
cool post
keep it up
thanku =)
And still you say ure not good at describing! This is just amazing! The colored doors remind me on the dream doors in American Dragon ^^
=) Even tho' it has a bit of sadness but it is so beautiful that I want to be this girl. Let the cool breeze or warm heat make me smile and tingle, and let out a sigh so like the sighs of the waves crashing into each other in an ocean of tears (of happiness?)
This is makes me feel the way Insatiable did! ^^
And..after all u say, I have a feeling that it'll be hers (dunno what?) and nothing can laugh at her, she couldn't be foolish cos she feels so much =]
xxx
And still you say ure not good at describing! This is just amazing! The colored doors remind me on the dream doors in American Dragon ^^
=) Even tho' it has a bit of sadness but it is so beautiful that I want to be this girl. Let the cool breeze or warm heat make me smile and tingle, and let out a sigh so like the sighs of the waves crashing into each other in an ocean of tears (of happiness?)
This is makes me feel the way Insatiable did! ^^
And..after all u say, I have a feeling that it'll be hers (dunno what?) and nothing can laugh at her, she couldn't be foolish cos she feels so much =]
xxx
wow.. 2 comments, sana? =D
thanku.. but u raelli want to be thz girl? =O
that was simply amazing!!
i soooooo wana b that girl lyk sana!!! sana is so right... u do know how to express!!
it left me with a tingling feeling.. like i want that whatever she wanted too!!
keep it up!!
=D
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