| | It was there. He propositioned me for my decision. How many times did I reject the offer he held out to me; but sometimes, I felt tricked. Could it be the same thing as before? Now it was soft, seamingly maleable to touch, softer than before, warm and strong. Turn it down? When the rocky surface around me cut and tore and my skin, something soft and gentle would heal it.
If you wait for the marshmallow, you get more; the problem was, how often can you wait?
my world is soft, but even velvet can kill. use it
right or...
Thank God for three day weekends. I read so much AND got some chillaxin with the roomates in without feeling guilty. I'm still behind in one class  , but I actually read ahead in another  .
I breathed in the air, thick with salt, as my body bobbed gently up and down with the rhythm of the ocean. Who knew how long I'd be able to last without struggling; even with years of training building strength and endurance, storms, or exaustion would pull me under. I didn't want to have to tread and fight, satisfied with just staying up. I needed a raft, something to float on. No one said that was cheating. The problem was getting one. Something strong enough to keep me up out here? If ever I saw one, it would require so much energy to reach, I never made it. This time, though, things would be different, and I search the horizon, searching for my hope.
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| | Posted 1/16/2007 5:19 PM - 1 comments
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