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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace 
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One Day To Forever One day to forever, she found out what the day after infinity felt like. It felt cold and numb, a blood stopping kind of chill. Not like the Michigan morning with no sun, but it was more like what uncomfortable Florida freeze feels like. Some things you get use to, some you never do. He had told her he would love her till the day after eternity. And well, I guess, that eternity was yesterday and today was the day after it. They had had, words. Not angry words. Just words un-agreeable. It was funny she thought, as she ground the beans for the coffee. The sound at first that always had that awful crushing like a spoon in the disposal. Metal fighting metal. That always ended with the smooth rich taste of comfort. She didn’t even look as she did the task. Mind was in the past. She had wondered when they first met if he would see her. See her as she really was. See that the true beauty of her was on the inside. A heart connected to a chameleon like body that looked breathtaking one day and just plain ordinary the next. A mind uncomfortable and a heart girl like in worry. They had passed through all that quickly and the woman that stood before him, naked to the world, wore total assurance. A man she knew, that owned a shoe store once told her, dressing is like a fine meal, shoes being the finishing touch and shoes can make or break the whole meal. That must be why she had sixty-seven pairs of shoes in her closet. Words are like shoes. They too can make or break. That must have been what she did. Cooked up the wrong shoes. Feeding him the wrong words. And slowly they were eaten up, like the way you pour salt on a snail and it melts in front of your eyes. She had been born to do many things. Write is one of them. Love, she always thought, was another. But as she sat there sipping her coffee that maybe that was just a horrible mistake. It is like looking for a blizzard in a glass snowball. Unless you shake it up not one flake will fly. She sat lost in her thoughts wondering now after letting him seep and stand behind her walls would she go back to again not letting anyone past the garden gates. To be surrounded by beauty, but afraid to touch the bloody thorns. To again live quietly among herself in private to only laugh and appear happy around others. Breathing only her own air instead of another’s? “RING” “life is not about breathing moments, it is about moments that leave you breathless.” author unknown [This message has been edited by 1slick_lady (12-20-2002 03:24 PM).] |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
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h, There is much to be said about this . . . But for now, agreed, born to write. You are doing it well. Thanks for sharing, e "Grab a pen, grab some paper, do yourself a little favor." e |
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bslicker 
since 2000-12-04
Posts 2321state of mind |
"She had wondered when they first met if he would see her. See her as she really was. See that the true beauty of her was on the inside. " I do listen see....... And i do see your beauty both inside and out. Merry Christmas Miss You A smile a day keeps the world in smile's. |
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