Social Contract
Friday, November 09, 2007
Her Heart Sleeps...
“She’s there. She has never left that old cushion since she came here.”
3 months has gone by but for her, those months were like years making her feel weak and vulnerable to another blow. He left her. He left her once but this time she feels that he’ll be gone for a long time or probably never come back at all.
Tears flow through her eyes as she reminisces all the good times they had together. The old letters are scattered on the ground while their photos are laid on the table. Pain. Nothing could describe the hurt that she is feeling right now. No words could fit the emptiness in her soul. Nothing is left, aside from the pieces of memories surrounding her.
Memories of him, they are the pieces of her puzzle. But even how hard she try to finish the picture, there was always a part missing. Something was always missing…. or someone.
So she had a vacation. She thought this could help remove the pain. A long rest could help her forget. And it did.
She never felt so empty before. No pain, no tears and even hatred vanished. All was left was her and her empty heart. This is what it feels not to love. You won’t feel anything but stillness. There are no worries, there are no cries just silence. You can walk along the beach and take pictures all your heart’s desire, you could even dream of parties, malls and friends while resting under the shade of a tree. You need not worry about anything. All you can do is relax and think of the next thing you want to do.
This went on for days until she reached this hotel. It was a lot peaceful at Beach Peak Hotel than in any other hotel on the island. She got room 113, the place that has the prettiest view of the beach. Awestruck, she went to the veranda and was amazed by the light and art created by God. It was love at first sight and it was with nature. But what caught her attention was the old Spanish styled chair made of mahogany with the use of some maple on its back. It looked soft and inviting to her eyes. The cool hue of the cushion plus the soft pillows laid on its arms felt relaxing that she even felt asleep right away.
“She’s there. She has never left that old cushion since she came here.”
Yet she didn’t change a bit. Her face still speak of a thousand cries and her stare is still cold as ice.
Her soul yearns for a heart that cares; a prince who could promise eternity in his arms; a man who is willing to wait.
“You could forget everything about me but for me to do the same? It’s worse than death.” She whispers.
But she still believes all is just fantasy. Thus she sobers. Her heart was left in the coldness and stillness of the ocean. The high moon is now covered with thick clouds.
Darkness covers her face.
She slumbers.
3 months has gone by but for her, those months were like years making her feel weak and vulnerable to another blow. He left her. He left her once but this time she feels that he’ll be gone for a long time or probably never come back at all.
Tears flow through her eyes as she reminisces all the good times they had together. The old letters are scattered on the ground while their photos are laid on the table. Pain. Nothing could describe the hurt that she is feeling right now. No words could fit the emptiness in her soul. Nothing is left, aside from the pieces of memories surrounding her.
Memories of him, they are the pieces of her puzzle. But even how hard she try to finish the picture, there was always a part missing. Something was always missing…. or someone.
So she had a vacation. She thought this could help remove the pain. A long rest could help her forget. And it did.
She never felt so empty before. No pain, no tears and even hatred vanished. All was left was her and her empty heart. This is what it feels not to love. You won’t feel anything but stillness. There are no worries, there are no cries just silence. You can walk along the beach and take pictures all your heart’s desire, you could even dream of parties, malls and friends while resting under the shade of a tree. You need not worry about anything. All you can do is relax and think of the next thing you want to do.
This went on for days until she reached this hotel. It was a lot peaceful at Beach Peak Hotel than in any other hotel on the island. She got room 113, the place that has the prettiest view of the beach. Awestruck, she went to the veranda and was amazed by the light and art created by God. It was love at first sight and it was with nature. But what caught her attention was the old Spanish styled chair made of mahogany with the use of some maple on its back. It looked soft and inviting to her eyes. The cool hue of the cushion plus the soft pillows laid on its arms felt relaxing that she even felt asleep right away.
“She’s there. She has never left that old cushion since she came here.”
Yet she didn’t change a bit. Her face still speak of a thousand cries and her stare is still cold as ice.
Her soul yearns for a heart that cares; a prince who could promise eternity in his arms; a man who is willing to wait.
“You could forget everything about me but for me to do the same? It’s worse than death.” She whispers.
But she still believes all is just fantasy. Thus she sobers. Her heart was left in the coldness and stillness of the ocean. The high moon is now covered with thick clouds.
Darkness covers her face.
She slumbers.
posted by "hean" at 11/09/2007 09:44:00 PM
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