A figure sat at the edge of the ground, feet barely resting against the floor where water met earth. After a long and agonizing sigh, as if she could exhale all her pains away, she tilted her head back, long curlettes of silver splashing around her shoulders in weightless clouds as her eyes searched the sky for the moon she so longingly wished could call to her, draw her from this world. Her lips parted open slightly to make way for a whispered prayer before she reached fowards, slender fingers leaning forth to brush their tips against the smooth surface of the moonlit lake, awakening the water with gentle ripples. Emerald orbs raised from the distraction the moon's reflection offered and her thoughts rushed fowards with the intention of drowning her under their pressure.
For twenty two years she'd never felt her life taking such a drastic toll for the worse. For nearly all her life, she had never seemed so lost and hopeless, without so much as the possibility or hope of it getting better. Her life was meant to be better, and greater, and it seems that all that warranted was an even further fall into nothingness, into worthlessness.
As she fought to push back the thoughts that would bring forth her unnatural end, she lifted her gaze to the shore across from her, her sight brushing over her surroundings, the scent of orleanders and forget-me-nots so heavy in the air, covered by that of soft pine. It was irony, it seemed, but that's how life always seemed to be: Ironic.
She pulled her hand from the lake and a weak smile formed itself across pink lips; such a sad smile, really, and as she leaned backwards and welcomed the feeling of the ground against her back, she willed the coolness of the earth to seep within herself, cooling her core.
The scent of the flowers rose up stronger around her, crushed beneath her body, and as she slowly dazed away, all she seemed to remember in her last conscious moments were the name of of her favorite flowers; not even flowers, for the were nothing more than pretty and common weeds...
Forget me not...
Monday, March 16, 2009
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oh sugar dear, you are truly terrible at hiding yourself from me.
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