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Thursday, July 27, 2006

Her feelings

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Her world is falling into pieces no matter how you glue it'll ever stay at its original structure. She looks physically strong however her emotions are unstable. She pretends to be happy preventing the world to know that she herself has slowly, bit by bit given up hope. Her days of self-control are ending. Unable to withstand the pain, she suffers alone, suffers in silence. The one she hopes for slowly fades away. Fades away with the wind along with the burnt ashes. No matter how she tries collecting back the ashes into a jar. Running, running she trips. The jar tumbles out of her hands. "CRASH" the ashes once again fade into the air together with the wind. Faith is not by her side. She cries alone, sobbing at one corner. Darkness surrounds her. Her only glimpse of light within the darkness, her only hope to turn to reality, disappears, into dust. Trying to avoid reality, she stands by herself with limited support. Yet these supports aren't enough to stop her from falling. She is falling hard yet soundless. She hopes one day, just one day, the one will come and take her high, soar her above the clouds. Let her feel the winds blow through her hair, the sweet smelling of shampoo entangles in the wind. Only the one is able to bring her to paradise. Until then, she waits in a world of silence. A world no one has ever been to. A world of pain, a world of suffering. She stands alone, herself, putting on a false act. A act of happiness which she herself would want all along. However, her heart tells her it's not time to do so yet. "When it's time, when it comes. I will." she crys in despair. Until then she remains unchanged. Longing for the one to come by, taking her away from the darkness and back to reality. No matter how depress she feels, she keeps it to herself and only herself, not allowing other to suffer along with her.