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"I see myself moved on to a different demented level. To a wider stage, exposed to an insane full forced-bright spot light hitting me on my face. Pity, it only makes me blink and creates more shadows."

Shot

"The tree pouts out infant green buds, in pride. And flowers, each petal that blushes at sunlight, enhancing its hues. The light wafts of fragrance of fresh smelling grass, glissening with dew, that fills our mind and keeps it afloat on the clouds of eternal afluence of breezed thoughts. Butterflies appear almost quickly to flutter in and out duelling for each flower. Yes, spring is in."

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And she walks over to him and says, 'Its difficult for me to phrase when and where anything started. Instead of lulling over, I just wanted you to know that I shall travel, alone, like before, it's a state of normalcy for me that I 've almost become comfortable with that loneliness. Its only those times that when my ear catches an unguarded familiar tune from random corners I get reminded of you. The only times, when my self craves for company. I'm whole but would sometimes love to share that wholeness, to feel the warmth. Nevertheless, its not that I cant live without you. *smiles* Maybe those other times I'm less alive.'
And she walks away from the focus point to blur to eternity.

And 'CUT!'.

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  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    May 9, 2008 at 6:17 AM  

    dont know why, but this thing here, this small write up, just got tears onto my eyes. Ive been wanting to cry for a long time now, was just unable. some dam within broke I think when I read these lines of yours. top