Wednesday, January 07, 2009

dream

As she wonders on, he stands in the doorway waiting for her to finish so he can take her home. She exits past him, her flaming red hair in tangles and blood stains on her tutu. He starts to present his monologue, as if ending a well-written story.
' Although she will always deny being the center of his every living breath..she cannot deny that he is the center of hers'.

5 comments:

Saturnalia's Offspring said...

-nod-

Dreaminglass said...

Denial and delusions. What wonderful games we sometimes play with ourselves.

Marina said...

Truth prettily put. =]

S.H said...

Beautifully Written:)

xRadiZ said...

She's a coward for being too scared to admit the truth at least to herself for fear of being too vulnerable and getting hurt.