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Shadow Girlon Friday, April 2, 2010
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She stared in the glass hunting for any semblance…a stranger gaped back with haunted eyes. Who was this defeated spirit, drowning in desolation, not her? The chilling truth dawned…”if you want to search thyself, never look in a mirror, for there is but a stranger, a stranger in the mirror.”
Oh gr8!Here we go again.All social networking guys ask this as if words will somehow magically transform themselves into a mirror reflecting the image of the writer;then again as if everyone doesn’t blabber here 2 get attention.AND Before u start calling me a hypocrite.I am here for that 2.Well who deosnt like adoration.Certainly not "MOI".I dont like to write abt myself though..find words 2 confining.I dnt like definitions and labels.But since I have to write to offer a glimpse of me..I am the soft breeze that breathes life into a sultry evening,the strong wind on your back that urges to move on..to take one more step even when every breath of yours wants to give up;the ferocious storm that challenges you to duel with no intention of defeat;I am the shadow that guards when there's light aplenty;the stars that illuminate the path when darkness hangs like a veil obscuring everything;I am the water light and flowing at the surface,deep and dark with unfathomed depths;U can find me everywhere yet I slip through the fingers when an attempt is made to prison me;I am fragrance of a wild lily,the deep musky scent of wet earth,the glistening dew on budding leaflets...I am Life
3 comments:
Lovely.. and so true.. I totally know what u mean here.. And I loved the book.. It used to be one of my favourites.. Where r u?
Brilliant and haunting as ever...
Hello,
This is the artist of the image. I do not mind if you use my work, but please give me credit.
Thank you!
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