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Archive for January, 2006

Pretended Slumber

Monday, January 30th, 2006

“If I keep my eyes closed,” she thinks, “Perhaps they will believe I am asleep.”
She hears her companions in the distance, giggling and whispering in hushed tones. She recognizes the sound of gossip and mock horror as they delight in the scandals and misfortunes of others. Without even knowing what their subject of the day [...]

The Forbidden

Thursday, January 26th, 2006

It is said that forbidden fruit is perhaps the sweetest, and I can see the attraction. Is it the taste that is sweet? Or does secret knowledge make it so? It is perhaps the knowledge that your indulgence is forbidden, unsanctioned by those who supposedly know better.You have lived a life where your actions are [...]

She did not cease to be…

Saturday, January 21st, 2006

She dwells among the stars now, this is what I believe. You hear me say this and I see your patronizing smile. You think I am in denial, fabricating fanciful beliefs in order to evade the truth. I know logically that she is gone and I accept it. But there is more to it than [...]

Hear My Voice

Tuesday, January 17th, 2006

Playing music calms my soul. I can charm the creatures around me, just see how these simple fish are drawn to me during my brief serenade. Why do others not see what they see? Are humans so blind? My loved ones, if indeed they can be called such, dismiss me on a daily basis.
They have [...]

Beauty Enthroned

Sunday, January 15th, 2006

Power is a lonely thing. No laughing girl am I, there will be no carefree moments of gaiety for me. Who can join me? What man will stand strong by my side? Can he impress me with his hunting skill, money, or goods? There are many men, many possibilities. Yet they will remain silent.
Oh, what [...]

Seasons Change

Friday, January 6th, 2006

Daydreams and silliness were what we reserved for lazy summer afternoons, when all knowledge of winter has faded away and we imagine that summer knows no end. The fragrance of blossoms becomes a lingering and welcome guest at our impromptu gathering. After a hard winter, we cast our cares aside and enjoy a splendid day [...]

Today There is No Song

Wednesday, January 4th, 2006

Arrested in a moment, her fingers play idly amongst the strings. Her thoughts reverberate just as the notes of her violin will when she plays. But she will not play today, for the music is not in her. Perhaps tomorrow will be a sunnier day and this melancholy mood will pass into memory, becoming a [...]

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