Monday, April 27, 2009

Is It The Same For You?

The sadness was apparent only in her eyes. Memories bittersweet and beautiful linger behind her gaze, an air of loss and setlling wrapped around her like an aura of flickering auroras. She cannot change what has happened, the moments that have passed, the opportunities she has missed. So she wonders wistfully, musing about what could have been. Thoughts of the costs she has had to bear plague her like a subtle companion trying to poison her contentment. At a loss of alternatives, she is helpless. Fow what she wants to believe is love; for that sake, she hopes. She takes is on faith that it is as it should be. But she cannot avoid the sadness weighing on her. A blanket of sober tears is the only comfort she can depend on, the only proof that the past was not meaningless.

Is it the same for you?

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