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The first of three. Click away if you don't like pointless/personal stuff, just to avoid people posting how rubbish it was; thats not the point. I just, well, typed it.
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1 | The Dream
The dream was awake.
A calm was across the huge, lush field. So quiet..so beautiful.
Heh, and she was there. Stood out amongst the flowers and the grass, a sight to behold, and one I would for the rest of my life. How can one thing be the end of everything in my plain of thought. Life would never be the same.
And as I stood, and watched her brush her hair back in the wind, it was then I knew, right at that moment, that I would spend my life with her.
And the quiet russle of the green underfoot was all that kept us apart. Why spoil the serene with noise? Why end the journey here. I had waited all my life for that moment, not so that it could come and go, but so I could hold it forever.
The sky was bluer now, the sun was brighter. And silence was kept. Her lips were sealed, and so were mine. Words were insignificant as I looked into her eyes. I don't even know if she noticed me. But if she did, oh if she did, I don't think I could resist.
Perhaps this is how it's meant to be. She's just so perfect I don't want to touch her incase I even falter her perfect form, body or mind. Her head must be like a dream. Imagine living the life where everything if perfect. Imagine being with someone who, only to you, is perfect.
Can you feel her presence ever closer? I can.. And it amazes me how strongly it really is. But she moves none; and I stand and wait. Maybe, just maybe, she'll see me. But what are the chances.. Perfection doesn't come along every day.
But I just know it came past now.
And hey, this is just me, my insane ramblings into how I feel. My mental image of what it would be like to be in my utopia. My place of peace and happiness. Will it happen? Bluntly, no. But theres always that glimmer of hope, and I will hold onto that, through hell or high water, and will maybe, just *maybe*, get to see the infamous light at the end of the tunnel.
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1 | The Dream
The dream was awake.
A calm was across the huge, lush field. So quiet..so beautiful.
Heh, and she was there. Stood out amongst the flowers and the grass, a sight to behold, and one I would for the rest of my life. How can one thing be the end of everything in my plain of thought. Life would never be the same.
And as I stood, and watched her brush her hair back in the wind, it was then I knew, right at that moment, that I would spend my life with her.
And the quiet russle of the green underfoot was all that kept us apart. Why spoil the serene with noise? Why end the journey here. I had waited all my life for that moment, not so that it could come and go, but so I could hold it forever.
The sky was bluer now, the sun was brighter. And silence was kept. Her lips were sealed, and so were mine. Words were insignificant as I looked into her eyes. I don't even know if she noticed me. But if she did, oh if she did, I don't think I could resist.
Perhaps this is how it's meant to be. She's just so perfect I don't want to touch her incase I even falter her perfect form, body or mind. Her head must be like a dream. Imagine living the life where everything if perfect. Imagine being with someone who, only to you, is perfect.
Can you feel her presence ever closer? I can.. And it amazes me how strongly it really is. But she moves none; and I stand and wait. Maybe, just maybe, she'll see me. But what are the chances.. Perfection doesn't come along every day.
But I just know it came past now.
And hey, this is just me, my insane ramblings into how I feel. My mental image of what it would be like to be in my utopia. My place of peace and happiness. Will it happen? Bluntly, no. But theres always that glimmer of hope, and I will hold onto that, through hell or high water, and will maybe, just *maybe*, get to see the infamous light at the end of the tunnel.
It's just a vision in my mind.
Thanks :)
Thanks :)
Dude I gotta say that was beautiful. Inpsiring. Its time for me to dust off my quills and start writing...in all my recent business I'd forgotten how magic words can be.
The perfect girl in a utopia of emerald & blue.... hmmm, sounds like heaven to me.
The first of three. Click away if you don't like pointless/personal stuff, just to avoid people posting how rubbish it was; thats not the point. I just, well, typed it.
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1 | The Dream
The dream was awake.
A calm was across the huge, lush field. So quiet..so beautiful.
Heh, and she was there. Stood out amongst the flowers and the grass, a sight to behold, and one I would for the rest of my life. How can one thing be the end of everything in my plain of thought. Life would never be the same.
And as I stood, and watched her brush her hair back in the wind, it was then I knew, right at that moment, that I would spend my life with her.
And the quiet russle of the green underfoot was all that kept us apart. Why spoil the serene with noise? Why end the journey here. I had waited all my life for that moment, not so that it could come and go, but so I could hold it forever.
The sky was bluer now, the sun was brighter. And silence was kept. Her lips were sealed, and so were mine. Words were insignificant as I looked into her eyes. I don't even know if she noticed me. But if she did, oh if she did, I don't think I could resist.
Perhaps this is how it's meant to be. She's just so perfect I don't want to touch her incase I even falter her perfect form, body or mind. Her head must be like a dream. Imagine living the life where everything if perfect. Imagine being with someone who, only to you, is perfect.
Can you feel her presence ever closer? I can.. And it amazes me how strongly it really is. But she moves none; and I stand and wait. Maybe, just maybe, she'll see me. But what are the chances.. Perfection doesn't come along every day.
But I just know it came past now.
And hey, this is just me, my insane ramblings into how I feel. My mental image of what it would be like to be in my utopia. My place of peace and happiness. Will it happen? Bluntly, no. But theres always that glimmer of hope, and I will hold onto that, through hell or high water, and will maybe, just *maybe*, get to see the infamous light at the end of the tunnel.
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1 | The Dream
The dream was awake.
A calm was across the huge, lush field. So quiet..so beautiful.
Heh, and she was there. Stood out amongst the flowers and the grass, a sight to behold, and one I would for the rest of my life. How can one thing be the end of everything in my plain of thought. Life would never be the same.
And as I stood, and watched her brush her hair back in the wind, it was then I knew, right at that moment, that I would spend my life with her.
And the quiet russle of the green underfoot was all that kept us apart. Why spoil the serene with noise? Why end the journey here. I had waited all my life for that moment, not so that it could come and go, but so I could hold it forever.
The sky was bluer now, the sun was brighter. And silence was kept. Her lips were sealed, and so were mine. Words were insignificant as I looked into her eyes. I don't even know if she noticed me. But if she did, oh if she did, I don't think I could resist.
Perhaps this is how it's meant to be. She's just so perfect I don't want to touch her incase I even falter her perfect form, body or mind. Her head must be like a dream. Imagine living the life where everything if perfect. Imagine being with someone who, only to you, is perfect.
Can you feel her presence ever closer? I can.. And it amazes me how strongly it really is. But she moves none; and I stand and wait. Maybe, just maybe, she'll see me. But what are the chances.. Perfection doesn't come along every day.
But I just know it came past now.
And hey, this is just me, my insane ramblings into how I feel. My mental image of what it would be like to be in my utopia. My place of peace and happiness. Will it happen? Bluntly, no. But theres always that glimmer of hope, and I will hold onto that, through hell or high water, and will maybe, just *maybe*, get to see the infamous light at the end of the tunnel.