As the cool breeze blows my body, it brings sweet sorrowful chills down my spine. Those chills awaken the romanticist within me from her short slumber. She awakes, lets out a soft lovely yawn, then cries out from within me, "The tender wind is all alone...as I am, with no one to hold me!" and she goes on, ranting, relying on my self-pity to also be stirred. She usually is right, as my self pity awakens with quite a rucous. She revives every vague feeling of bitterness, unhappiness, dissatisfaction-every pessimistic emotion locked deep within me, under a deep spell of sleep from God's love. It took so long to trance them to that state-all for nothing. They all scream and shout-"No one to hold!" or whine, "No one loves me-not I!" And some how, my mind falls for it, as I sit outside, sympathising with the wind.
10April 2006 is when I truly wrote this. 3nodding
PeglegGem · Mon Oct 02, 2006 @ 02:06pm · 0 Comments |