sweetpea11
10-25-2002, 10:51 AM
Downward Spiral
Around and around in a spiral retouching on each story told. A test sent at every turn. What could life possibly be asking her? Never direct questions just bits and pieces of a story once told but only in confidence did they whisper.
What could this life want to know so bad that it could not even scream the questions through a wide-open window?
Questions, situations, encounters all for this life; but life just passed by the open window and the force behind it shattered the glass; now the bits and piece’s of what was once held as a whole in her heart has become a puzzle on the floor for all to see. Bound together by energy disrupted by a force there are only spaces in between the time.
Spaces once filled with loud noise now have a comfortable silence. When there is no light she is able to sit in the dark and not be haunted by the voices of the past, present or future. She just melts into the dark and lets the weight of all that was before absorb into what life perceived was her story and it slides like broken glass to a new time.
In this new life she can only see the now; not what it could be; but life a life being lived the way it is meant to be lived through her eyes; the only eyes that can see it. To walk towards it without stopping to face fear because the only fear now is that it will end. Now with every step a purpose and with every purpose a step, till this life has run out of time.
-Renee`02
Around and around in a spiral retouching on each story told. A test sent at every turn. What could life possibly be asking her? Never direct questions just bits and pieces of a story once told but only in confidence did they whisper.
What could this life want to know so bad that it could not even scream the questions through a wide-open window?
Questions, situations, encounters all for this life; but life just passed by the open window and the force behind it shattered the glass; now the bits and piece’s of what was once held as a whole in her heart has become a puzzle on the floor for all to see. Bound together by energy disrupted by a force there are only spaces in between the time.
Spaces once filled with loud noise now have a comfortable silence. When there is no light she is able to sit in the dark and not be haunted by the voices of the past, present or future. She just melts into the dark and lets the weight of all that was before absorb into what life perceived was her story and it slides like broken glass to a new time.
In this new life she can only see the now; not what it could be; but life a life being lived the way it is meant to be lived through her eyes; the only eyes that can see it. To walk towards it without stopping to face fear because the only fear now is that it will end. Now with every step a purpose and with every purpose a step, till this life has run out of time.
-Renee`02