Snow dances down the sky, slowly blanketing the land below. And in a large feild, a single mti stood alone, it's bare and twisted branches twitching in the breeze. I slowly trudge through the thigh high snow, staring at each flake passing by. The details are overwelming and fills my soul with a warm, loving feeling.
Suddenly, I see a figure in the distance. My moyo begins to pound like an unsteady drum as I race towards it. My feet become lighter than ever, my bow and arrow not weighing me down. I crouch low, and begin to sneak slowly towards it.
Quitely, I draw back an arrow and shoot it into the mistly air. I hear a moan, and my eyes grow wide. I stumble towards the sound, and find that I had shot her.
She lays against a rock, blood turning the snow into a colorful slushie. I take her into my arms and pull off my gloves. My fingers run threw her hair as I brush it behind her ear. She looks up at me and smiles. A single tear rolls down her cheek as my lips touch hers. We swim in romace and embrace our love. Suddenly, her lips go dry, leaving me behind in the open. I stand up, her within my arms, then walk to the tree.
Her body begins to glow, brown hair turning into a golden halo that complements her marble eyes. She floats out of my arms and towards the tree. Arms out like a cross, and her head hanging to her chest. I touch my lips with my bare hands and close my eyes. Remembering the last, warm kiss that closed our passion.
The mti opens up, consuming her corpse and beautiful white gound. I drop to my knees, and stare at the mti with childish eyes.
Within a moment, I felt lost. But within a second, the mti grew leaves and began to blossum. The land around me changed dirasically. The snow melted away and nyasi grew a tinted green. Flowers sprunge up from the growned and opened.
Suddenly, the mti opened once zaidi and she steped out. The golden halo dissapered as she looked at me. I roase to my feet and stared. She gracefully danced towards me, glowing dust flowing from her hair and flowers growing from where she once stepped.
Then when she was in my arms, I knew she was real. Mine forever.
Once zaidi into the fray,
Into a battle I`ll never know,
Live and Die on this Day,
Live and Die on this Day.
Suddenly, I see a figure in the distance. My moyo begins to pound like an unsteady drum as I race towards it. My feet become lighter than ever, my bow and arrow not weighing me down. I crouch low, and begin to sneak slowly towards it.
Quitely, I draw back an arrow and shoot it into the mistly air. I hear a moan, and my eyes grow wide. I stumble towards the sound, and find that I had shot her.
She lays against a rock, blood turning the snow into a colorful slushie. I take her into my arms and pull off my gloves. My fingers run threw her hair as I brush it behind her ear. She looks up at me and smiles. A single tear rolls down her cheek as my lips touch hers. We swim in romace and embrace our love. Suddenly, her lips go dry, leaving me behind in the open. I stand up, her within my arms, then walk to the tree.
Her body begins to glow, brown hair turning into a golden halo that complements her marble eyes. She floats out of my arms and towards the tree. Arms out like a cross, and her head hanging to her chest. I touch my lips with my bare hands and close my eyes. Remembering the last, warm kiss that closed our passion.
The mti opens up, consuming her corpse and beautiful white gound. I drop to my knees, and stare at the mti with childish eyes.
Within a moment, I felt lost. But within a second, the mti grew leaves and began to blossum. The land around me changed dirasically. The snow melted away and nyasi grew a tinted green. Flowers sprunge up from the growned and opened.
Suddenly, the mti opened once zaidi and she steped out. The golden halo dissapered as she looked at me. I roase to my feet and stared. She gracefully danced towards me, glowing dust flowing from her hair and flowers growing from where she once stepped.
Then when she was in my arms, I knew she was real. Mine forever.
Once zaidi into the fray,
Into a battle I`ll never know,
Live and Die on this Day,
Live and Die on this Day.
She looked like she was gonna die again
"izzy!"i yelled."what is wrong with you?"
"whats wrong with me?!im not the one on drugs!"
"im not!"
"oh."
"i told you!"
"well,im not the one who says that we are going to texas."
"we are!"i yelled
"jamie,get back into reality."your not going to texas."
"yeah,i am!"
"well,just exactly how are wewe gonna get there?"
" woh, i thought. i shouldve thought of that.
"well,"i began."we can take a plane?"
" we? " she asked."im not going anywhere. i mean,how do wewe know shes in texas?"
"we dont,"i said."thats why we are going.to find out."
"i dont wanna!" she left the room,and left the house.
i wasnt gonna go without her.
"izzy!"i yelled."what is wrong with you?"
"whats wrong with me?!im not the one on drugs!"
"im not!"
"oh."
"i told you!"
"well,im not the one who says that we are going to texas."
"we are!"i yelled
"jamie,get back into reality."your not going to texas."
"yeah,i am!"
"well,just exactly how are wewe gonna get there?"
" woh, i thought. i shouldve thought of that.
"well,"i began."we can take a plane?"
" we? " she asked."im not going anywhere. i mean,how do wewe know shes in texas?"
"we dont,"i said."thats why we are going.to find out."
"i dont wanna!" she left the room,and left the house.
i wasnt gonna go without her.
Shaun
I'd pretended not to know anything. I tried to get over her, but I couldn't. It was too painful. It was too difficult.
I still blamed myself. I always would.
I did like she asked, I finished college. I moved to New York after graduation to begin my career as a child psychologist. I'd graduated early. Worked harder than was necessary. Ignored everything not school-related. Had a successful job interview. Accepted into a private practice.
I was miserable.
I still had to keep living; I knew I had to. I was twenty three when I moved there.
Twenty three when I decided to watch small children play in a park in the hope of learning something new.
She never failed to surprise me. Not ever.
I'd pretended not to know anything. I tried to get over her, but I couldn't. It was too painful. It was too difficult.
I still blamed myself. I always would.
I did like she asked, I finished college. I moved to New York after graduation to begin my career as a child psychologist. I'd graduated early. Worked harder than was necessary. Ignored everything not school-related. Had a successful job interview. Accepted into a private practice.
I was miserable.
I still had to keep living; I knew I had to. I was twenty three when I moved there.
Twenty three when I decided to watch small children play in a park in the hope of learning something new.
She never failed to surprise me. Not ever.
who will dare
to look without
one blind eye.
I dare.
Blindness lives here not!
I'm the one
who will speak
the truth,
releasing the memories
that eat my brain.
I dare.
Lies live here not!
I'm the one
who will
remember you,
the way wewe really are.
I dare.
Oblivion lives here not!
I'm the one
who will live
through the words,
even when my life
forget me.
I dare.
Emptiness lives here not!
I'm the one
who will encourage you,
even when your life
is dying slowly within
your mind.
I dare.
Surrender lives here not!