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[POSTED ON April 15, 2011 @ 2:20 pm] |
I'm spinning. The room around me becomes beclouded. My arms are above my head and the ground is hazy beneath my feet. I'm happy. I forget things like my name and the place I was born. I forget about feelings and thoughts. I am in my own Romantis. I am oblivious to the fact that my hair is no longer relaxed on my head. Instead, it is almost a mess as strands spill across my face. My breathing is heavier and my heart beats fast. I'm laughing. My laugh is obnoxious. I have always disliked the way I hear it, but even this insecurity can not penetrate the high that I am feeling. The voice of Rosemary Clooney carries into my senses. It is almost as if her voice matches my heart's beat. But the song ends and the feelings fade. My memory comes back, suddenly I know my name and the place I was born. I realize Ouija has witnessed the whole scene and is sitting at my feet, staring at me in a peculiar way. I laugh again, and this time the sound of it makes me shudder. I've heard from many that life is like a dance, but that is far from true. Dancing doesn't even slightly resemble life to me. Life is complicated, dancing is simple. If only I could dance my way through life.
My life seems only a blur, the way dancing often makes things feel. Sometimes I feel like I am missing out on so much, just watching it float by. Everything is there, every sound, every noise, every person. But I can not reach out and grab. I can not feel them with my hands or hug them with my arms. My body doesn't feel their warmth and my eyes do not see their color. I fear that this is not a healthy way to live. That eventually I will not recognize my surroundings and what is happening around me. Is the world still spinning? Is the sun out? Am I happy? What if these are questions that I will not know the answer to. It makes me almost cry thinking about everything slipping away. When will I awake from this dream and live my life? When will I hear my children sing and laugh? I hope soon, I can not go on much longer this way.
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[POSTED ON April 15, 2011 @ 2:19 pm] |
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The tragedy of the silenced bells broke my heart and I wondered what it felt like to be there the first day they didn't ring on schedule. How empty the people must of felt with the silence. Being accustomed to a routine is easy, having it removed is hard. I remember the first time I saw it. I remember the marble staircase and how I was so terrified to place my feet on something that beautiful. I remember the cracks that had to meet my fingertips immediately. I remember a dear friend of mine having to remind me to inhale, since my face had turned a deep shade of purple from lack of air meeting my lungs. A place that I had only read about in books and magazines finally projected from my dreams to meet my reality. I was in love with a structure that had made it through 800 years of trials and was built on one. I remembered the tale I had read of Berta of Bernardo and her dream. The anger of a woman at her husband makes for a wonderful story, even in the after life. It is said that in her dream Mr. Bernardo came to her and demanded her to build a tower. Reluctant to do what anyone told her, she refused and only gave in after his threat. Mr. Bernado said that if she didn't build a tower, he would tell everyone that she snored in her sleep. Naturally, Berta had no intentions of letting her embarrassment out, and left sixty coins in her will to purchase stones to be laid out for the tower. But it turns out that when Berta finally made it to Heaven, everyone knew of her secret. Her anger got the best of her and she knew exactly what to do about the tower while it was being constructed. She'd kick it. So she kicked it as hard as she could, and could only make the tower lean. Being a determined and angry woman, she would come back and try again until the tower fell, but her failed attempts never worked to her advantage and somehow the tower still stands. I love Italian miracles.
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| character update two |
[POSTED ON April 11, 2011 @ 2:08 pm] |
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| character update one |
[POSTED ON April 11, 2011 @ 2:02 pm] |
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