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You're so sure that I'll be leaving in the end, treating me like I'm already gone. - Be my hope, I'll be your hope.

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February 9th, 2007

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02:47 pm - You're so sure that I'll be leaving in the end, treating me like I'm already gone.

I took a deep breath of cold, gray, air as she entered the room. Having a light and flowing air about her, she had the carefree and yet still not careless soul that every woman yearns to possess. The indifferent attitude and the orange personality with the lips that tasted of yellow. She danced over towards the boy in the corner, her feet moving quickly but her graceful body seeming to slow down her feet as though she wasn’t really dancing at all, but instead moving in slow motion.  The other party guests gathered around the punch bowl that contained a liquid that tasted of adventure and new beginnings, and enough of it to quench the thirst of armies of travelers venturing through the dunes of the Sahara. She was focused on him. This boy of much intelligence, who attempted to pull what arm muscles that he had tight to show her his brawn, was gray in the eyes and became less and less of a man the closer she came to him. The music started to play and the notes hovered above their heads as if they were butterflies dancing through the aquamarine air. He took her hand in his and with her other end she delicately grasped the corner of her gown as they circled and circled and circled with poetic ease around the room. The ripples in her dress were those of a river, flowing and majestically enticing. “I feel as though I must interject here” a voice from the past strained to speak, letting out a mere whisper. She lightly fluttered her eyelashes and looking up at the glimmering stars strewn over a champagne nebula in the sky, she felt that although she was surrounded by company that yearned for her touch, she was alone once again. Her graceful body turned opaque with her lacy frailness and only the edges of her held memories of her now peach undertones. What is it that makes us succuumb to forged bliss? she wondered as the streelights seemed to dim more with each second that passed. Time is always there. We can never escape it. Now it's time for me to go, she says, when really she has nothing else planned at all.

She blinks away the soft, sweet, clouds and out of the corner of her eye she realizes, it's all a dream. All dressed up and not a place in the world to go, not a person in the world to run to, not anyone in the world to be but myself.

Dig your ditch deep enough to keep you clear of the sun. You've been burned more than once, you don't think much of trust. Man, it takes a silly girl to lie about the dreams she has, Lord, it takes a lonely one to wish that she had never dreamt at all. Oh look now, there you go with hope again, but I'll be sure your secret is safe with me. Oh, you're so sure I'll be leaving in the end, treating me like I'm already gone. But I'm not, I will stay where you are always. I will stay, I will stay, I will stay.

Current Mood: disappointedhurt
Current Music: Carve Your Heart Out Yourself by Dashboard Confessional

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Date:February 10th, 2007 12:55 am (UTC)
i actually felt like i was a part of this story and gazing in from a window. job well done :)
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Date:February 10th, 2007 02:11 am (UTC)
It was actually an english assignment, we had to write a story imitating F. Scott Fitzgerald's writing style in The Great Gatsby and I thought it turned out pretty well so I decided to share, I'm glad you think so too! It was pretty fun to do, actually!

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