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A Trip to Forever
Contributed by
chulysnacky
on
Thursday, 15th June 2006 @ 10:44:33 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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Who is that girl? The one who stares back at me? She looks familiar, have I met her before? She smiles...in deep thought thinking to herself. "It's as if I've known her my whole life."
An appearance of long brown curly hair, sllim, beautiful, smart, but there's a certain look to her. Is she sad? Could she be sad? If...she is. About what?
Tears roll down her face, lips wet with salty tears, eyes blazing like the hot sun, she's been crying for some time now.
What's wrong? I want to ask her, but I don't even know her name! She passes her up again the next morning, her eyes still blazing, but this time gazing into the sky.
Why? What's on her mind? Should I ask of her? Would it be improper? (And all these questions she asked to herself silently.)
It's spring time, just in time for the begining of summer. I can see her again, but it's as if she can't see me today. Does she know I'm standing in front of her? Can she feel my presence? Would I be offensive if I just walked along side her not speaking? She doesn't speak to me!!
Another day and I'm still not even sure who she is, I still don't even know her name. In which direction she came? It's like carrying around with an empty frame! I must do what I have to do to find out her name and why she looks as if she is in so much pain.
Night begins to fall, quick short breezes pass through every twenty minutes or so...her dress is a lustrous creamy ivory that sways with a mind of its own. Arms crossed in front of her chest feeling her arms comforting her skin and enjoying the beautiful view that completely surrounds her. Her hair as long and curly as it is...still moves gracefully with the wind as if in a romance movie. Everything moving in slow motion capturing time and almost standing still, as still as she is and as calm as the night river.
I have been tempted for quite some time now but I dare not invade the line, the space that has been put in between us and if I do dare it will for sure take me some time to do for she is much to beautiful for me, and I have recognized her once, only when I was myself. She thrills me down to my tummy and oh how funny...she reminds me so much of myself and how awful I felt. I was too, for a long graceful time, alone and to myself, no one did dare bother me or ask anything of me...for if they dared it would be a never ending nightmare they'd have to share...shedding tears and outbursts of pain and suffering would they indeed edure...for this my simple rule had they and would they never ignore!
It was told once of my mema who had loved me, but not for long...that women of this strange character would be shut away for tremendous periods of time. Never was it clarified and I was always unsure why? The town's people always had things to say, and in their sayings...I heard it for the first time. Ivelisse... Ivelisse. Where are you going Ivelisse?
Still walking, not moving as to answer how they were shouting out to her, she pushed her hair back and kept on marching as if running away from a fire inside a house to save a child. She never payed much attention to anything or anyone.
Although this was true, her ignorance to everything that surrounded her wasn't strong enough, she could feel a presence. Unsure of what it was she kept on...
She gives me this chilling feeling when I see her, I'm not sure as to why, but I know who I am inside. A twenty five year old female stuck with no remedy, no solution, none other than the blood that runs through my body and why I wonder sometimes? Why she gives me this feeling, I thought it would seize to exist, yet again I'm left with familiarities from my past... a past that haunts me only when I wake, when surrounded by people who want to know me, but don't, people who mistake my silence for fear... make no mistakes I say to her, but yet again I get no response. There lies no fear here...nor will there ever.
And finally, now I knew her name, my name, the name that I have never known. I've never taken the time to get to know myself and this, the presence that went with me where ever I went... me not knowing all along was always myself.
Ivelisse... how beautiful in silence, but master of speech, and knowledge of all words...and still I know myself not to the fullest.
I have found all that I needed to find... My identity and who I really am, and now I remember all that I am. I was lost, but now I am found and I am Ivelisse.
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chulysnacky
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2006-06-15 22:44:33]
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