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Tears are streaming down her face, as she looks at me with her broken eyes. Eyes I barely recognize. Somethings missing in my heart, so I can't find what it is inside to tell her to stay. Silence fills the air between us. We're metres apart with years behind us, but it doesn't feel that way. We've been living on borrowed time, and painting over the cracks appearing in the walls. I stretch my hand to reach where hers was moments after she turns and walks away.
"I won't beg you to stay," I breathe into the cold thin air "but I still love you more than anyone else could-"
"Everything ends-" I hear her cracked voice reply, as she continues to wander into the darkness of the night.
Moments pass as rain begins to fall on the dry bitchumen highway. The last of my heart is falling to pieces, but not one car stops on this midnight road.
| You know, the way you write, its like one stream of conciousness, like one thought expressing itself. Like the part where you say: "We're metres apart with years behind us, but it doesn't feel that way.", or " Somethings missing in my heart, so I can't find what it is inside to tell her to stay." Only you could write that way. |
And I can tell that what you write you mean, it doesnt need to be chaned, your writing is always complete. Its all in one place, the words are all there, but the meaning is always way beyond what is there. Your writing has so much depth, I'm amazed how you seem to express similiar ideas, but it always seems fresh and entirely different. ..but I think thats just me and my halo effect talkin'. I'll shuttup now.
|| Posted on 2009-09-29 00:00:00 | by MidnightSun89 | [ Reply to This ] |