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2008.03.01 || Ett av mina engelska alster. Notera att det engelska språket inte är min starkaste sida, men det är roligt att få experimentera med ord. Tidigare publicerat på en annan sida (länk skickas vid intresse).


An unknown path (2008.03.01)

The heart and mind are two very complicated things. As the mind speaks of logic, the heart whispers of emotions, wishes, desires. She knew of all these things. She knew them too well. She had been a good girl and observed everyone from afar, learning from their mistakes and never making them herself. She knew exactly how the human mind worked, how others were struck with passion while she merely observed, learnt, and stored the information in her mind for future reference.

She cursed the day when she lost control. She cursed that day and yet, secretly found it to be the best day of her life. Control, to control her heart and her mind. Losing control over her heart resulted in feelings, and so, she firmly grasped the control of her own mind, in fear of losing to the weight of the emotions.
And even so, the outcome turned out to be losing control over her entire being. To be swept away by the waves, to nearly drown and breathe again.

He appeared out of the darkness and offered her a cup of wine, and as she hesitantly tasted its content, it tasted bittersweet.

"There are strange things in this world", she mumbled to herself, "but curse me if there's anything stranger than the impact of love upon one's soul. The wine makes me weak, yet stronger with each sip. It makes my heart sing and my eyes bleed with sorrow. But all in all, it makes me take flight and feel the wind under my shaky wings."

And as she walked forward on this very unfamiliar, somewhat frightening and yet sunlit path, she could feel his gaze burn her skin, and his hands resting on her shoulders. He was there should she ever glance behind to confirm his presence. For how long he would be there she did not know, and yet, all she could think of was the deep impact he had on her entire being, on her smiles and tears.

The three words she longed to utter she did not dare to. Not until the time was right. She merely kept on walking on that very same path, even today, and pondering about what destination she will reach. Maybe a glorious garden with crystal fruits hanging from the trees, or a quiet field? She let her mind rest, and closed her eyes as he took her hand and started leading the way.




Prosa (Novell) av Vampyrinnan
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Publicerad 2009-09-30 15:50



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