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9.08.2005
my story...
She was of a simple nature, the little girl with long, black hair, black eyes and the palest skin. She wore nothing but a pale blue dress which fluttered with the wind.

This girl walks the Path. All day and all night. She has no idea of what lies ahead of her but she does know what the past has been like. You see, this girl has many hurts and bruises, and felt ugly from all the wounds from the past. In her Path were many people passing by. Some were kind and some were friendly but others would stare at her and she was ashamed, she felt their glares and she felt lonely inside. Even through all this, oh how she wished she was like them. They looked so perfect. So beautiful while her scratches were visible for all to see.

But she continued her path which was not always smooth for there were times when they were hard and rough, times when they were steep, and times when they would go in loops and tunnels.

Like every other person, once in a while she felt tired especially when the Path was jagged and cut the soles of her feet. At times the pain felt too great she would start to cry.

One day out of the blue someone came to her path. At that time she felt sad, like there was a black hole in her heart. She felt ugly and sick and oh how lonely she felt. For once in her life she stopped walking the path and sat down and tears ran down her face.

A stranger walked by and saw the Little girl. He saw that she stopped walking. Nobody stops walking when they are on the Path. The girl looked up and saw the stranger’s face, it was mixed with a strange kind of care that the girl never knew before. The stranger looked at her for some time and understood. The stranger hugged her, but even though he was unknown, she felt kindness, joy, peace in her heart. Deep down inside she knew she was loved by this person hugging her. She poured out her soul and tears to the world. And the world listened. The stranger whispered, “No more scars”, spread his wings and flew away.

-its the story i made.

Listen carefully and you can feel the flutter of their wings.

~ { 9/08/2005 05:30:00 AM }
aiming for the sky above;