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The library called to me, each book whispered my name. Their voices all distinct but each one familiar in some way to me.
Stacks of books piled up around me. I sit in the room where the books go before being re-shelved, the disorder and chaos here match my current mental state. The order of the rest of the library is too much for me now.
The sacrifice he made coming to visit me. I know he has things to do, I know there's work, school, his own life but still he came. And that had to mean something right? He came and that's what mattered to me and hopefully it meant something to him. Hopefully for that hour he was able to forget the stress, forget world and just be with me.
Finally, I had reached the end of the line and all I could think of were the last words he had said to me, "In order to succeed, you have to give it your everything, otherwise it won't feel like success at all."
The wings sprung from my back allowing me to rid myself of the burden of walking. The prison of being trapped on the ground instead of flying free in the skies where I belonged. The sun on my face and the wind rushing through my wings.
The wind rushed past, the cold air numbing my face while the tears streamed from my eyes ruining my carefully applied make up. "Fuck it", I thought, I'm having a blast and I kept my head out of the sunroof of the limo.
My life revolved around the domestic details of my household. When did I turn into the person I despised? The kind who let her husband control her life until al lI did now was cook and clean the house. Twenty years ago I didn't even know how to cook, so much for the plans I had in store.
He stood there with his back towards me and I behind him resisting the temptation to reach out and touch him. He was no longer mine, despite my not having had a say in he matter. I was tempted to just hug him and kiss him and beg him to stay, but his mind was made up. He was leaving me.
Face glowing with sweat, she shone with the look of a great workout. Having just left dancing she was exhausted but felt accomplished that finally she had nailed those fouette turns.
The cold wind blows an I shiver deep down feeling the chills at the core of my very bones. He wraps his arms more tightly around me trying to transfer his warmth all over me. Still I shiver. He holds me closely and promises that one day we'll both have our sunlight.
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