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Everyday, it's a-getting closer, rolling faster than a rollercoaster...
I finally understood who the real hime-sama was.
For months have I been waiting... For the sun. To clear the sky, to make the thick gray clouds to disappear, to illuminate the sky, the roads, the trees... And now, I can even feel the scent of the sea tease my tongue. The constantly moving surface of deep liquid glass feels soft on my fingertips, the sea breeze caresses my face, as if She was brushing it softly, with that nifty smile of hers.
And finally... I can breathe. Opening my eyes, rising from the gray tomb that had me dead for all these months of darkness. I cannot even remember all those... Weeks of coldness and grayness... And now... I soak in the light of the sun. Warming me up, giving me life.
You said once....
That nobody was ever going to love me.
That nobody was ever going to care.
But guess what.
Guess what, Shiroi Tenshou.
I have the love of a Hime-sama. Never is she sad by her own. Never does her cheeriness end. Always nurtured, always taken care of. Always loved. Does she know any of the tortures of the world? Does she know of the darkness, of the filth, of the fires of Hell? She doesn't. Does not even know they exist. She is beautiful. And can be spoiled sometimes...
And she took her rose-colored lenses for me. For me, Tenshou-chan. She abandoned the world where happiness has no boundaries. Where sadness had never crept in. And her face had the expression of a soul whose heart had been ripped from her chest and her lover had cut it in pieces before her. She was sad for me. She didn't have to help me. She didn't have to talk to me, she didn't have to hold me. She just cared. Arigatou, Hime-sama...
I wondered. Instead of telling me how nobody was ever going to love me... Why didn't you just love me?
Usotsuki.
Neh, Tenshou-chan.
I admire those who manage for their thoughts to be flowing in their words the same as they're flowing in their minds. Their poems are eternal, but never heard of. Their stories whisper inaudibly of feelings never to be described by words... And each of their stories is a universe by itself, a universe so perfectly coordinated and set by rules that you float in their abyss... and every move you make is perfection.
Pity I cannot do that.
I talk too much about myself, I guess. I have no talent... But at least I appreciate it more than most of people... and enjoy them. So... People who have the ability to change the reality with their pen... Don't stop writing.
Suki da yo, Fakia-sama...
I can feel the scent of the sea. It's calm, as if trying to reach me with each wave. The sun is sending its last beauties for today, sinking, falling beneath the horizon in a slowly fading glory. The sea softly sings tonight's melody, as the evening breeze plays with my hair. Playful like Her...
I sit here, in my dream, watching my existence, watching the only things I need. Still, I cannot forget. The stone is still there, despite all reason, and I cannot move it. The memories still allude me, even though I realize it might have been all just my imagination. That you never existed in the first place. That you are separate from her, that you've possessed her in my mind. But, i know it is not only that; I have wanted things that are real, outside of my world. I still do... All the broken promises, all the lies. I still cannot fight them, cannot shake them off. After all, I am still a child, right? But lies are everywhere, from everyone. Nothing is really true.
And though wildly my mind beats against them, the soul obeys... and believes them.
Where shall this road take me? How far does it continue? And where to? I don't know.
But... For now... It's been quite a ride. And I'll continue down it... As long as there's sun to warm my back on the way....
Minna-sama e... Kisu! ^___^
Post je objavljen 12.03.2008. u 14:16 sati.