Friday 11 July 2008

Death with a Pretty Face


When she stands in the rain, she doesn’t get wet. She wears a hood anyway, more for effect than anything.

When it’s hot, she doesn’t sweat. Despite the black that she wears, her temperature never rises. She is forever cool, forever collected.

She’ll stand still for an age, ever patient. All she ever does is watch and smile, because human life, when viewed from the outside, is extremely entertaining.

When you finally notice that she’s there, which only happens once, you’ll fall in love. Once she has your heart, your soul will follow.

She won’t say a word. She won’t need to. You’ll know what will happen, what needs to happen. You’d walk with her for eternity if you could. You can’t.

The journey will only seem to take a second when you’re with her. At your destination, she’ll lean into you and whisper in your ear.

You’ll forget what she said, almost as soon as your hear it. The harder you try to remember, the more it will float out of your mind’s grasp.

But you’ll know it was wise. You’ll feel at peace; with the world and with yourself. You’ll smile, without realizing that you are smiling alone.

You will always remember her and you will always love her, but you will never see her again.

She’ll be standing in the rain, waiting for the next person to glance at her, to notice that she has been standing there all along.

:D

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