That was something that happened a couple weeks ago, I wrote it down, typed it actually, shortly after I woke up. It was something I wasn't sure I wanted to post (being not only very depressing but also very personal). But I have spent the past two weeks thinking on it and I decided that maybe in posting it, I could get it off my chest and hopefully shake this odd mood I have been in. If you ask about it I most likely wont answer questions about it. Don't be offended, you should know by now I'm not one to really talk openly about my problems.
Take it for what it is, a sad story.
Thanks
"And when you wake up, everything is gonna be fine."
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
One morning
My eyes slowly opened, the cold grey light from window reminds me that winter is still just beyond that piece of glass. The warmth of the soft blankets has created an uncomfortably plush cocoon against the offending cold. I roll to my side within my protective shell. A strawberry blond angel lays sleeping with her face toward me. Instantly any discomfort I have felt washes away at this sight, I care for nothing but to see this wonder. Slowly she wakes, opening her lids to reveal those green eyes which make any spring time forest appear drab and dull in comparison. For a moment, fogged confusion sits at the forefront of her perception but that only lasts for a second, giving way to slight embarrassment at the realization that I have watched this beautiful girl return to reality. Quickly those slender cheeks fill with a bright red to compliment the locks of hair that have fallen across her face during the night. Her lips slowly curl back in an innocent smile and my heart melts. Nothing can compare to the joy I feel at this sight.
I reach my hand out to brush back those stray collections of gorgeous hair that slightly obscure her face from view, but as my hand moves forward its progress is impeded by a cold, hard, unforgiving surface. In an instant I am ripped from that heaven and pulled into my reality. My hand outstretched rests against my wall in the cold, dark room. I clench my eyes shut praying to return to the perfect morning, but it is gone, leaving me alone in a frozen room on an uncomfortable bed. I wait in vain for sleep to return. It never comes. A heart that was just moments before filled with love, breaks. As a final insult, the angry vibrations of plastic against wood call out from the darkness, telling me that I must abandon my hopes of returning to my dream.
Another day begins.
I reach my hand out to brush back those stray collections of gorgeous hair that slightly obscure her face from view, but as my hand moves forward its progress is impeded by a cold, hard, unforgiving surface. In an instant I am ripped from that heaven and pulled into my reality. My hand outstretched rests against my wall in the cold, dark room. I clench my eyes shut praying to return to the perfect morning, but it is gone, leaving me alone in a frozen room on an uncomfortable bed. I wait in vain for sleep to return. It never comes. A heart that was just moments before filled with love, breaks. As a final insult, the angry vibrations of plastic against wood call out from the darkness, telling me that I must abandon my hopes of returning to my dream.
Another day begins.
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