As she walked slowly down the hall, the wind fondling around her hair and crashing with her eyes, she realized she was alone.
The thought of it made her eyes watery and her lids still, it was hard remembering why she had been feeling down. It hadn’t really stroked her yet. Maybe it had sunk so low that it was taking a time to come back up. Maybe it wasn’t even there. Maybe there was little she could do to make it appear and then disappear again.
She wondered, as she walked through a leave filled ground, that the sound of solitude wasn’t so bad as long as, like in that very moment, some sweet melody slipped in her ears. There isn’t plenty of people to trust as in to trust. Not really. And when you do find someone its hard to let them go. Its hard knowing that there isn’t much to link you to someone else.
Its hard knowing that someone you trust just walked away from you, that they left in anger or wonder. But that in true, there isn’t much wonder and for such matter there isn’t much to do about the whole being close.
The music fade off as the scenery changed little, halls and walls that now embraced voices.
The almost empty class room in the last corner of school was well illuminated and yet, it looked grey, shadowy. Being happy is one of those tings, she thought, one of those things that happen once in a while, a day in the life after being torn into many, many pieces. Like old taffys. Maybe happiness is like old taffys.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Hapiness......
Posted by *~PinkTangerine~* at Tuesday, March 13, 2007
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Espero que sea otro de tus hermosos escritos Olguita. Aunque a veces yo sé que cuando uno escribe es porque algo le molesta. Espero que todo esté bien por ahi y muy bello escrito.
La verdad.. sí estoy un poquitín triste.. de esas veces uqe dices , mensa pero si ya lo sabías! no sé por uqe te sorprende que le valga"..pero valió.. y pues, es triste.. igual no expliqué nada, cosa uqe no puedo hacer ahora po razones uqe me da el orgullo.. en fin, grax!
I guess I know how she felt. Realizing we're alone could be frustrating and it comes with heavy boots... ask me about it! I guess solitude increases our expectations... we've talked about it remember? Ending up expecting too much from the wrong people, just because we need those blanks to stop being empty... Then the wind crashes with our eyes and everything seems to make sense, not in a pretty way. However, I think we must keep on looking for those great moments, the ones that happen once in a while. Even if they seem to get old and hard, braking into many pieces. Just because is worth it, because it feels so good, because everything might be just an illusion, and because if faith is lost, then what?
Maybe loneliness comes with hope, and I just had too much of the first.
About the links, I'm glad ours are strong. tree-hugs!
i love frustration and sadness.
Arriba Olguín!!!!!
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