Friday, February 02, 2007

.: Dark at first, Bright at last :.

Sharing with her are his thoughts after years of sailing vulnerably in the sea. Rusty the skin has become whilst grinding his teeth over waves and storms that took no mercy on a young heart. Survived through it he leaves no selfish space in between them after meeting this soul, this voice, this body and this mind. Holding her close to him, words whispered is harsh to her ears. Nonetheless his heart by its nature only wants the best protection for her, to know what he's been through that words from his mouth could be so detached with his age. There is so much he wants her to see!

She was doubtful of his intention. A different love he's pouring is none that she's used to seeing. Making herself to step out from her glass house to chase after this sailor now she stoned on the same spot. Behind her are words that constructed her all these years; Words ahead of her are provocative enough to provoke her cocoon. She doubts if he ever wanted is for her to be like him, or any shadow that he hungers in the dark. Heart trembles, tears are shed, questions going around about in her mind confusing her isn't she the package he treasures?

Yet all he ever wanted is to share and locking her close to his heart. Purely he gives, unselfishly he shares. All he wished is for her to unwind the defensive and look beyond what's inline. A blunt mind reserves no room for the sky that is wider, for the ocean that is deeper and bluer, and for the breeze that is soother. Foreseeing the storms will be vicious as it always be, the journey of one is seemingly lonely. Hearts bind, she is willing for a renovation that breaks none of her beliefs but reducing the friction of edges formed over years. What's encouraging her is merely the hope he has in them, and she wants to change for better. Not as easy as it seems, she knows she'll always be reminded.

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