once upon a time

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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

No Explanation

When the cool air finally dried the flow of tears that burned wet trails down her face, she released her breath and lay still...her senses dulled by the recent emotional eruption. Seeing the black mascara stains on her pillow, she paused a moment before flipping it over and patting it back into shape. Mascara stains. Crying hadn't helped at all. Then again--had she really expected it to?
With a silent sigh, she pulled her sheets to her chin, seizing what little comfort they offered her current state of mind. Exhausted emptiness began its merciless assault on intellect and reason, but only vaguely dulled the unameable ache that clouded her heart. Relentless, it procured no means of release. There was no one who could understand, though a few would try, and sharing the ache only made it more definate. Yet, keeping it to herself only allowed it to grow...
It was pointless really, thinking about it, talking about it. Neither "solution" would bring about true resolution. Besides, it didn't always bother her--distraction came easily enough, and she had all she needed to smile.
But time and time again, the same desperate ache returned at the slightest provocation, each time wielding new pains and immpossible wishes. The awareness of her place in reality was daunting and desolate. Was it wrong to wish for more? Wrong to wish for something better when she already had so much? Was it wrong to consider the possibility that there could be more?
Another sigh pentrated the ironic stillness of the night. The girl curled up tighter--almost angry with herself. Her pains were no different than anyone else's. They revolved around the same issues that everyone experiences at least once in a lifetime. She had a good family, good friends, and a promising future...so why did the tears fall so easily?
When her eyes closed, the countless questions bled together into an incomprehensive swirl. As her breathing slowed and steadied, she finally dismissed the last traces of coherrent thought from her mind--surrendering at last to the overwhelming emptiness of dreamless sleep...

1 Comments:

  • At 6:56 PM, Blogger julio said…

    whoa,, looking back i guess i missed that one. (its the 5th of jan) today we had a talk in lunch about how u seemed down. so i'd be interested to know if this post was about you or not. we can go from there :)

     

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