:oops: :roll: :oops: Alone, as always, on a day no better than before. Tears well up in my eyes, but by some uncanny reason, they don't fall. Someone...hurt me. Or is it only the way I feel? For the first time in my summer, I was able to sneak out. They left, and I was more alone than I used to be. So thoughts kept coming into my head, way rigorous than the blood streaming in my veins. I had no money, no umbrella and rain was pouring down. The hell! Even the rain won't care. I went out not knowing where I was going. No one knew. Not even my feet, and for the first time, I guess not even my fate. I braved to walk in the rain. It was only me under the immense sky and on the rough road. [i]Dance like no one's watching[/i], I thought. Then when it dawned to me, I laughed. Actually no one's watching. No one saw me, as hardly anyone ever tried to really see through me beyond this facade so woebegone. There I was frisking under the afternoon rain, picking up fallen yellow bells as I passed by. [i]These will look good on my hair[/i], I said pensively. And truly, I had enough daring to wear them. However, getting home, they ended up on my bed. Yes, yellow bells on my bed.
:wink: I wanted life to be at least a bed of yellow bells if it couldn't be a bed of roses.
posted by: Cyberpal (reply)
post date: 06.03.04 (3:12 am)
Very poignant.... this is some really deep stuff.
posted by: bea (reply)
post date: 06.03.04 (6:03 pm)
*stand beside you quietly*
PoiGnaNt PoiNtiLLisM by the PiXiE Tears are the Sweat of the Heart -jaye