1.20 a.m, 8 July 2009
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I breathe in the emotions.
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I tilt my head back, as if to look into the sky with my eyes closed. It's an out-of body experience as I peer down at myself. It's an expression of out-of-place contentment. Quite unbelievable, really, but more realistic than one would've expected.
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I stand knee-deep, giving myself this moment to soak it all in and be one with myself. My legs are far from numb despite the icy stream's unpredictable rhythm. I feel the ends of my skirt glide with the water. I feel my roots stretching into the loose soil - gripping every potential clump of dirt.
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The crisp air whispers a song in my ear - sugar-coating the secrets of the night. Its soft melodious tune is charmingly seductive, I'll admit, but nevertheless, still deceiving. Too good to be true. To put it blatantly: a lie. Lies.
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The sinister anthem plays once more. Shamelessly, it twirls my hair and kisses my cheek. Gentle, yes - but cold. I hear the first crescendo. It catches me off guard with its alarming blow and yet, my composure never leaves. Strange. It was as if my face was sculptured never to change.
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The second crescendo rolls in and I question its purpose. The nearest tree tells me that the song is nothing but a snake - sharp and prepared to flee. It rustles its leaves and lowers its branch as if it wants to save me. I have not forgotten that I'm only knee-deep and merely ignore its warning.
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Leave me be, I want to command, but once again, I do not stir.
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I take one last moment to enjoy the fog. Its welcome was warm and comforting - a complete contrast to the one I received from the sunlight. My roots continue to drink up - one last gulp for the road. I am somewhat prepared for the journey - only somewhat, but I guess it's better than nothing.
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The key begins to play in minor, throwing in and playing out hints of danger and a tinge of adventure and on that note, I allow myself to fall back into the world. My thoughts make me oblivious to the piercing splash and I find myself sinking deeper and deeper into this bottomless sea.
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Maybe before I hit the floor the tree will come to my rescue again. Maybe it'll be the song. Your guess is as good as mine. Regardless of who wants to dress up and play hero, I'm already falling.
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And then I soar into oblivion wearing nothing but questions.
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I have mixed feelings about this one. It's been a while since I've written anything like this (In fact, I've written worse. This is merely the surface.) I love some parts, but overall I guess it's rather mediocre. I wonder if my act of self-degrading is a turn-off for whoever's reading this but anyway, I think part of it are mediocre because I can't help but feel I've heard them before - somewhere else. It's possible that the place I've heard those parts once before are from myself ( I hope I'm making sense here) but whatever it is, here's the post. Read up.
.
I breathe in the emotions.
.
I tilt my head back, as if to look into the sky with my eyes closed. It's an out-of body experience as I peer down at myself. It's an expression of out-of-place contentment. Quite unbelievable, really, but more realistic than one would've expected.
.
I stand knee-deep, giving myself this moment to soak it all in and be one with myself. My legs are far from numb despite the icy stream's unpredictable rhythm. I feel the ends of my skirt glide with the water. I feel my roots stretching into the loose soil - gripping every potential clump of dirt.
.
The crisp air whispers a song in my ear - sugar-coating the secrets of the night. Its soft melodious tune is charmingly seductive, I'll admit, but nevertheless, still deceiving. Too good to be true. To put it blatantly: a lie. Lies.
.
The sinister anthem plays once more. Shamelessly, it twirls my hair and kisses my cheek. Gentle, yes - but cold. I hear the first crescendo. It catches me off guard with its alarming blow and yet, my composure never leaves. Strange. It was as if my face was sculptured never to change.
.
The second crescendo rolls in and I question its purpose. The nearest tree tells me that the song is nothing but a snake - sharp and prepared to flee. It rustles its leaves and lowers its branch as if it wants to save me. I have not forgotten that I'm only knee-deep and merely ignore its warning.
.
Leave me be, I want to command, but once again, I do not stir.
.
I take one last moment to enjoy the fog. Its welcome was warm and comforting - a complete contrast to the one I received from the sunlight. My roots continue to drink up - one last gulp for the road. I am somewhat prepared for the journey - only somewhat, but I guess it's better than nothing.
.
The key begins to play in minor, throwing in and playing out hints of danger and a tinge of adventure and on that note, I allow myself to fall back into the world. My thoughts make me oblivious to the piercing splash and I find myself sinking deeper and deeper into this bottomless sea.
.
Maybe before I hit the floor the tree will come to my rescue again. Maybe it'll be the song. Your guess is as good as mine. Regardless of who wants to dress up and play hero, I'm already falling.
.
And then I soar into oblivion wearing nothing but questions.
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.I have mixed feelings about this one. It's been a while since I've written anything like this (In fact, I've written worse. This is merely the surface.) I love some parts, but overall I guess it's rather mediocre. I wonder if my act of self-degrading is a turn-off for whoever's reading this but anyway, I think part of it are mediocre because I can't help but feel I've heard them before - somewhere else. It's possible that the place I've heard those parts once before are from myself ( I hope I'm making sense here) but whatever it is, here's the post. Read up.
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