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DAYS GONE BY
DAYS GONE BY
A pale orange-blue cover, with stars wrapping around the frame. Upon the front is a big white Z with the words "Live each day to its fullest, as though there was no tomorrow" cutting through the center of it. In the background is a fading sunset turning into night, the sun only half visible at the bottom of the page.
Monday, 30 November 2015
Fantasy or Reality

Whether I had one to many drinks, or if I can't comprehend that I am simply living a dream, I don't know. Years has gone by in which I got used to being the drift wood that simply got tossed about by the frothing waters, trying to ride out the storm, and fighting a pointless battle. Riding the waves way up high, just to plummet with a heavy sigh. I can't tell the difference from my own insanity, to that of reality, for she has caused more turmoil, than the storm when it boiled. Her laughter a melody to my ear, the gentle roaring of a waterfall as it rushes and tips over a cliff. Her touch, a soothing warmth, that melts all in its path, and manages to penetrate my scerious border into my deepest corners. And poor I... I can't get enough, as her touch as become as entoxicating as sweet lemon tarts. How much more of this haunting will I be able to take before my heart breaks, well I am willing to test it and see what it will make. I have lived so long in my own shadow, that this sudden flood of emotions, things which were stories of the past, have become a haunting. It is a haunting because, it has taunted me, showing me something better than this storm which I have created for myself; a storm that has turned my soul into an angry sea, my emotions, now choppy water and surging waves that collide with one another before retreating back into a calm sea. then, once again, becoming the angry sea, trapping me in an endless cycle in which I have nowhere to flee. Yet, her closeness is a luring life line, that promises to pull me out of these frothing waters, and give me the calm that is said to be after a storm. I however, fear to take such an alluring life line, afraid that if I do take it, it will simply disperse like fog borne upon the wind, turning out to be a figment of my own imagination and longing, and pulling me beneath the waves I have struggled against for so long. But even now, her smell floods my foggy mind, invading my nose and my memories like the salty air of the ocean water does my lungs. It has caused me to slowly loosen my grip against my own resistance, my fingers slipping on the uneven surface of my uncertainty. Yet, her intelligent eyes, and soft flowing hair, her words which have become my staircase, and the warmth of her closeness have become the hurricane that threatens to tare the man I have become by pain and trial; but also the fountain of reserve that promises to keep me safe and preserved.
zub zeron posted @ 16:17 - Link - comments
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