How her heart weeps.
Diurnal activities- the wall to block all troubles
But whence the dark sky fall
She feels the pain inside of her
and she knows
The twinge inside, is only hers for keeps.
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Got a ring t'day. It fits perfectly on the 3rd finger. (Wonderful if it was not from me) Not taking it out just yet.
CBTL is a screwed up miser of a corporation. Was cast as the fool tis' morn'. Was in too sleepy a state to feel much anger. Just felt like i was played out or somewhere along the lines. Early morning travels are not exactly my idea of fun. Jaw muscles were incontrollable. Yawning several (countless! Probably generated enough air to create a good loud fart) times on the badly driven orange & yellow long vehicle for roughly an hour to hear that shit is just, *tugs hair hard*.
Mental note: start seeking for better employment prospects. Sade's Kiss of Life is good.. Rachel Alejandro's Much Longer's of average timbre.. Realise the stuff i tuned into these days are very laid- back, great to chill to types..
The calm, unclouded waters were beckoning to her. With the country music being played in the atmospheric set up she had dreamt about almost forever, everything was seemingly surrealistic to her. The mid- twilight hours casted a soft glow on the shimmering crystal- clear sea & the nasty glare of the sun had simmered down, looking in fact, welcoming. Her long flowy wrap- skirt showing off bits of her early- afternoon bronzed tan with the gentle summer breeze giving her an airy feel, blowing wisps of her raven locks across her face. So perfect.... But.
Something was missing.
A quick look at the thatched beach hut. A sideways glance at the rayon hammock hung up between two quite skinny but sturdy enough coconut trees. A 360 degrees turn.
Nobody?
.....................
With a jolt, her eyelets open. Startled by the sudden glare of the harsh afternoon sun blaring into her eyes, she rubbed them and turned to look at the mirror across the room facing the bed. Just a dream. Tears rolled down her pale cheek.
"It seemed so real... It was so lovely. Why did it have to end like that every time??"- she mumbled.
"What is the void that needs to be filled?! I NEED TO KNOW!"- she screams @ the cracked lilac ceiling.
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