Post by silvertabby on Mar 3, 2008 14:56:49 GMT -5
Through the dark night, somewhere, far away where the sun does no longer reach…she was sitting on the cold floor tile, her body leaning against the wall. There are moments when you feel the hope disappear. There are moments when the light is of…even in the bright sun. But she wouldn’t cry…that was the last strain of pride she had left. Her dark eyes would remain dry in the wind and her so very pale porcelain skin unsheltered, hard…impassive, oblivious to her grief, simply refusing to mirror her inside. And oh, there was so very much there, a silent battle between her logic cold clever self and her desperate emotional other self. It was this terrible struck contrast and the almost inhuman efforts to keep it inside that had driven her where she was now…At the border of madness.
What do you think?
What do you think?
