Wednesday, July 31, 2002
Unseen
Black Jacket hides his voice from her now...now that she searches for the other person who makes life feel comfortable again. She wonders if he, too, woke up in this strange dream, that by coincidence they are there in this dreamworld together. So what is his desire that he cannot tell her? What is the thought about her that runs through his mind? She is afraid to unleash her heart to him, lest he not understand. But he is capable of understanding; she knows this fact well. So why can't she say what she wants to? Ah, that age old fear: rejection. She is afraid of rejection. She imagines in her head a million and one ways in which he will reject her, for rejection is inevitable. Her imagination singles out the worst possible ways and she stares into her drink aware that time with him is limited before they awaken and must move on to other realms. But his presence has inspired her; she can write stories, poetry, anything once more. The darkness is awakened, she cannot resist it. She cannot resist him; she cannot turn herself away from his gaze. She sighs restlessly. She was determined not to go through this again but in her heart she knows that she could not stop herself. She is afraid that he will heartlessly cast her soul aside. But something about him tells her otherwise. That her fear is his fear too...if that is the case, she thinks, then I have nothing to worry about. And then he appears and the laughter begins, not too late for Crazy Girl to feel sane again.
Black Jacket hides his voice from her now...now that she searches for the other person who makes life feel comfortable again. She wonders if he, too, woke up in this strange dream, that by coincidence they are there in this dreamworld together. So what is his desire that he cannot tell her? What is the thought about her that runs through his mind? She is afraid to unleash her heart to him, lest he not understand. But he is capable of understanding; she knows this fact well. So why can't she say what she wants to? Ah, that age old fear: rejection. She is afraid of rejection. She imagines in her head a million and one ways in which he will reject her, for rejection is inevitable. Her imagination singles out the worst possible ways and she stares into her drink aware that time with him is limited before they awaken and must move on to other realms. But his presence has inspired her; she can write stories, poetry, anything once more. The darkness is awakened, she cannot resist it. She cannot resist him; she cannot turn herself away from his gaze. She sighs restlessly. She was determined not to go through this again but in her heart she knows that she could not stop herself. She is afraid that he will heartlessly cast her soul aside. But something about him tells her otherwise. That her fear is his fear too...if that is the case, she thinks, then I have nothing to worry about. And then he appears and the laughter begins, not too late for Crazy Girl to feel sane again.
# posted by Crazy Girl @ 20:03 
