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Entry Date: 2006-09-30 08:19:35
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My window girl |
Visitor Comments: Even the thought, of her beauty ensnares me when I picture her. I call her name out loud with my flared nostrils, but I do feel my nasal resonance quavers through. The damp black and fades like a distant dying echo. I know it just doesn't make it to her, all I hear back is an ethereal contralto. But the further I distance myself from her, the more intensely I am drawn to her as if spatial dimensions have been stretched, on one end while tapered in on another, alone, I want to break free a fortressed heart. In the deep rooted pain of depression, in between days and night's suppression, I am tired and rejected by her soul…
As I was walking in the morning dew, thoughts came to me was nothing, but she, tried very hard to console my heart and strived to realize that we are indeed apart, I couldn't help but just think of her. The sweetness, the caress, though very few, with the heavy heart, I could no longer dwell to open up myself to see others sight of my life. I know being in this thinking would put me through hell.
But still I think I should see her tonight, just to look into her eyes to find that divine light, to catch up on the days we missed without each other, to understand our distance, to clarify some misunderstanding, to release the frustrations, and the hopelessness. I want to laugh at her jokes, till I could no longer bear, to make fun of the mistakes, and find myself in tear, and to tell her that I am happy for whatever I'm standing but I want to let her know also that without her so beautiful soul I find myself so lonely. May be I couldn't catch the train where she's been, however, I still want to see her tonight, to reminisce the beautiful times we passed together, a few but so striking…
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Entry Date: 2006-07-04 08:44:14
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Dream and fly away... |
| Visitor Comments: Well, i wanna support my dear friend Daniela, by being the first to sign in "my story". So... what should i say about me?
I'm a ordinary portuguese girl... i'm 21 years old and i'm feeling somewhat lost at this stage of my life. I've got a few good friends, who i know i can count on and i've been through some crazy things lately... but you know what they say: "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger".
Well... about pen palls, i'm a bit lazy :X i used to have a few pen palls, but i kinda stopped writing to them... dunno why... my i have a few friends from another countries... like my dear dear friend from Netherland... only we talk in msn :P
i dunno what to say more.... so... er...
be bad but with style^^   |
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