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Wednesday, August 22, 2007
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I haven't been doing well lately, for all intended purposes I seem fine, but a facade works very well.
any ways I'm gonna put in a continuation of my story Winters Grasp and also a blank verse crappy poem at the end that I wrote earlier to day when I was having my minor mental break down. You dont have to read any of it if ya dont want to.
Her arms swung limply at her sides beneath the cape, her fingers turning blue with cold but she noticed not the frozen feeling that tore at her appendages.
Her hair was that of thread of flaxen pale sun, the tips of which bled into a pale silver. Shoulder length it hung around her head in a curtain which floated on the passing breeze that bit at her exposed flesh. But further on she trudged, picking her way through the perilous path among the valleys barren trees, ice pocketing dips and trenches; disguising them from her weary eyes.
Ice wept from the branches overhead and they broke and chipped when the wind shook the branches; falling down in tiny fragments against the piled snowflakes.
The wind blew, colder and harsher against her chapped and wind burned skin, she breathed heavily in pain, pain from flesh wounds she has endured many ages before, though those of the emotion lasted far longer, and took far more to heal.
Lost in her minds caverns she never perceived the treacherous ice covering the steep fall to the ground from the root of an Ancient tree. One booted foot stepped carelessly onto the thin layer of frozen water and down she went wretched from her thoughts and thrown into panic as she desperately tried to grasp onto a slick root, the ice melting beneath her chilled blue fingers and plunging her down three feet into the packed snow; her head landing soundly with a sickening against a buried granite stone.
Her world slowly slipped into darkness, red blood coagulating against the pure ivory coldness.
When our eyes meet, chapter one
Pounding swirls of pain and ache assaulted her awaking mind, several moments of time were spent with eyes closed and breathe held in pain; an unfamiliar pain. Thoughts, disjointed sentences drifted across her mind and the events prior to the pain began to reveal themselves.
Images of a path through surrounding trees, thoughts on the past, and then the fall, the plummet into darkness, all resurfaced.
A moan escapes past her lips and she froze in thought, all pain forgotten, as the air which hit her once frozen lips not longer stung with heat, but rather mixed with an already blistering heat. The frozen tundra of winter rattled a shudder near by and her lavender eyes snapped open; widening as they were greeted with a sight that both intrigued her and startled her into flinching, obscuring her view was a pair of eyes the color of moonless stars, shinning with the brilliance of deep silver and rimmed in a wide band of charcoal. They blinked.
She backed up, pain resonated through her shoulder and she gasped.
Quickly the owner of the silver eyes was standing next to the bed, hands on her still caped shoulder, squeezing various points and regions until a low mummer of pain escaped her lips. He frowned.
“It appears to only be sprained, but I’m afraid you will not be doing any traveling.” His voice was a weak baritone and held genuine concern as to her welfare. Against her feeble protests he gently pushed on her shoulders to sink her back into the heat of the bed, warming her sore body.
A dreamer by nature
I see those un-trodden ice fields
And wish to be there
To live with no yield
And yet here I am
It’s where I belong
Tell me who will heal my soul
That has wished to get away for so long
And I can think of no rhyme
No graceful words to say
That may rise from my heart
And grace these tears that fall as I write.
For the first time
I’m saying what’s in my soul
The things I have wished
For, and end of what fells rotten
I’m not special,
Not talented
But I do dream
And it hurts so much
For that’s all they will be
Dreams, always.
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