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Monday, August 28, 2006
5:35 pm

the sweetness of being.


Watch me, as I hide in the shadows that lie between a simple laugh and a solitary tear. Watch me, as I embrace the mystery within with a shiver of delight mingled with relief. Watch me, as I back into the darkness that readily masks my very existence. Just watch me do all of that - watch me, and ask yourself why.

--

With her heart aflutter, and her spirits asoar, she ran to taste the sweet wines of life. She made a dainty picture - her cheeks shared the bloom of a vibrant flower, rosy, from the sweet summer heat; her eyes shimmered with laughter and delight; each step she took, graced with a youthful exuberance. Life was brimming over with opportunities that she would merrily dance over, one by one, to her satisfaction.

But from this dream, she'd surely wake one day to find herself drowning in a frigid grey sea, pressed down by the weight of her fears.

Then, the last thing her cold, glassy eyes will see is the marred sky, before she gives in to the sinking grip of the chill.

--

Think about it: how much space is there between a laugh and a tear, anyway?

(Not as much as I'd thought, but not as little as you think.)

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