Ephemeral Delusion

Wednesday, June 24, 2009, 7:26 PM
How can you feel when you’re wounded like that, dear?

This is something peculiar, perhaps a weakness in her which she knows, it is a mistake- a pit in which she will walk right into- but she insists on falling into it. Day 1, she feels in control, yet the subsequent days the charm starts working its magic- is it not? The moment of revelation, like that of dabbling with fire, she approaches the subject, that dark force inch by inch, then she backs, to think, to strategise, to plan her next move- could she outsmart the demon? She once thought she is in control, how could her over confidences that kills her! That demon of temptation, alluring in an intriguing manner, wins her over in mere decade earthling time. She laughs, how can this creature- awkwardly short and ugly, be the God of Allure? Then she recalls what happened to her previously, her weakness for autumn leaves than of the sprouting spring, her unnamed fetish for the cruel, darker past tattooed on their skin- that is when her world shook in confinement- huge metal bars plunges from the sky and rooted straight into the earth, that recoiling trembling resonance of chiming noise threatens to rip her ear drum to pieces.

She is now the prisoner of her oneself and only time can open this cage. One moment she has to maintain her poise, the next she needs to learn how to contain her anger- and quit being a honest, self deprecating narcissist. Get a grip of yourself- Abraxas says.




Wow----

I've got to get back into exploring this.

Can I add this to my lost of blog buddies?  


haha sure brad, I miss the days where you point out the silly grammer mistakes in my post! heh.  


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