S O L I L O Q U Y

 

I don’t have any idea about to write this time…. and now I don’t know how to do….!!

 

Any time I know what to do??…Oh my God…!! “I only know that I know nothing…” What a problem….then I don’t know anything…If it is the most likely. I always had problems with myself…The doubt is always here in my mind….I trust in everybody….I love to madness and let me lead by the passion….

 

Anyway for all these and more else…. I’m not being a good candidate for IBIBO IDOL… who will want an Idol that all time is dreaming with a fantastic life….that all time want a real love that probably will comes in a white steed to rescue me of my tower and break the gold bars and for fight with the dragoon who cares my cell…

 

If there is somebody, crazier than me plz click here blogs.ibibo.com/NORTHEASTERNBLOG and rate my post….

 

    S

 

I always use my black dresses, because I carry a penalty in the soul and never wake up the looking because I don’t want to be noticed my drills blood marked on my face…Hardly anyone has seen my face lately, is that neither myself, I admit….is perhaps maybe the pain I have changed me…

 

Sitting here I can see life pass….and think that there’s nothing….Hope died with the last tear that spills…and although I would like to lift the wings and fly back to…I can’t born from my ashes….I’m not in my time…

 

Everything seemed real…. It was a beautiful dream.  My lips the burning passion of emotion at seeing going along my body with an inexplicable pleasure… I can’t see with the sunlight.  The infinite beauty of his look blinded my eyes. My hands were trembling with the emotion when I touched his shadow…

 

That sweet sensation caused on me when I heard his angelical voice, only as if I had the freedom to love him!…-I thought- every time that I saw him walking near of me…Immediately, the voice of one my daughters woke me up from my dream burning.  I returned to reality and looked around me… nothing happened…The voice was only one of them that lead me to the bath…the life is continuing…

 

Whenever I get out of the building I see he again as an inexplicable coincidence… He very attentive always greeted me and threw me sneak a look naughty….turned me crazy of love….there was a kind of chemistry between both inflaming the love bonfire…

 

If line is one and no longer can return to the past, what happens then when one is wrong, chooses the wrong person, or perhaps was correct at the time…but didn’t know the meaning of love…??? A wife can look sad love from her window and see it always happen, until they wear? Up to, expire at the end of vacuum…

 

But in my madness of love, I cant see the great man who accompanied me to church on Sundays…My husband and my three daughters were trying to fill my space, my time….my thoughts….forbidden love,….a passion, incomplete…a feeling that burns not matched the beasts of my heart….

 

At last he decided and I spoke to me for the first time…. I don’t remember the meaning of his words….I only remember that with each word he marked his name with blood on my mind….I felt yours….and yet no man…the pain I burned inside…..tears drills and again the rivers of blood run in my cheeks…The memory of that was once marked my life forever….

 

At the end, there’s nothing… My daughters grew… I still go to church every Sundays.  If I’ll open my window I see the shadow of love passing filtering his mischievous gaze that crossing which crush my heart…and there is no room in my body that is not marked with words his name…there’s no longer thought of pain…is merely the shadow of that one day I was…..

 

I hope one-day find the happiness….

 

   S

 

Thanks…

 

Miranda

 

 

(Pictures are from other sources)

 

 

Note:  This is an unreal story wrote only for fun and for The Ibibo Idol contest….any resemblance with the reality is pure coincidence…..so if you liked it click here blogs.ibibo.com/NORTHEASTERNBLOG and please rate my post ….