Run for your life - part 4

(...)

Her arms had already sank when her head started to be dragged. She lifted her nose, trying to breathe, to pull the much air as possible. She filled all her lungs with air before her nose got dragged, but when the line of her eyes started to get down and lose sight, she suddenly gave up. She deliberately gave up on her life. She closed her eyes and waited for the darkness to come and overtake everything.

She waited in a torpor state. Everything was in an absolut silence, except for her heartbeats hammering. Thud, thud, thud...

After some time, it slowed the speed and the repeating sound of it calmed her down but didn't cleared her thoughts. Her mind was working at double speed, while her body remained completely still. Images from the past, desires for the future, hundreds of unanswered questions swirling inside her head. She felt the eager to get up and do something, to run again, to be happy again, but her body remained frozen like a statue.

She was starting to become impatient when she heard voices calling for her name.

To be continued

Run for your life - part 3

(...)

The first thing that sank were her lower body, than her waist, and later her chest.

She tryed to hold on something, but the ground was plain and there were no oscilations on the floor. She opened her arms trying not to sink on that hole, but it was a lost effort. She scrutinized the place looking for something that she could hold on to pull her up, but there wasn't anything. The place was empty, whithout any sign of habitation, not even a paper on the floor.

It was a hallway from her former place in life to the unknown. She was sinking slowly and silenty without any witness to help.


To be continued

Run for your life - part 2

(...)

Nothing mattered to her at that moment. She always tried to live following the general standards of the society, paying attention not to make any mistakes that could make others talking. She cared very much about what the other people thought. But this time, nothing else mattered. She was free. She could breathe with all the strenth that she had in her lungs. If she had wings, she'd fly.

Suddenly, the place became darker and she couldn't see far ahead. The darkness was advancing slowly in her direction and she slowed the speed of her steps.

She was almost walking now, but kept going foward.

Than, the darkness took everything and, before she could even think of stop, she hit something very hard and fell on her back on the ground.

She was dizzy because she seriouslly hit her head. When she tryed to stand up, something pushed her down. She was being dragged down like someone in a sinking boat. She thought on screaming, but there wasn't anyone around to help, so this seemed foolish.

To be continued

Run for your life

She was running....running trough a long hall made of stones from top to bottom. She runned full speed and didn't feel like she had to look back.

It felt great while she was running. She had a smile on her face, her spirit high. The cool air whipped against her face burning lightly like a windy winter day.


To be continued

Nowhere man

He's a real nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.

Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere Man, please listen,
You don't know what you're missin',
Nowhere Man, the world's at your command.

(lead guitar)

He's as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?

Nowhere Man, don't worry,
Take your time, don't hurry,
Leave it all 'till somebody else
lends you a hand.

Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere man please listen,
you don't know what your missin'
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command

He's a real Nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.

(By Lennon & McCartney - Rubber Soul Album)

Mais uma da série...

...how am I feeling today.

"I'm a loser
I'm a loser
And I'm not what I appear to be

(...)

Although I laugh and I act like a clown
Beneath this mask I am wearing a frown
My tears are falling like rain from the sky
Is it for her or myself that I cry"

(I'm a loser - by Lennon& McCartney - Beatles for Sale album)

Do you think that love fades away...

...or it just tranformes itself?

Remember when he looked at you like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time? Like a collector finding an undiscovered Da Vinci, like a mother looking into the face of her newborn child? Can someone look at his beloved like that for long?

After years toghether won't be normal that that look changes? That he looks at you like anyone looks. Maybe that look will still hold some warmth of those days when you do something that triggers something in his heart, but mostly, the look will be like any other look.

And you? Won't you miss that old warm, awed gaze? If you do, what should you do about that? You can't came back in time. You can't bring back the things that you did that surprised him. He knows you from back to front. He sees right through you. Sometimes you think that he knows you better than yourself. So, what can you do? What should you do if you miss that look so much? What should you do if this plain look that he has now bothers you every single day?

Will you comfort yourself saying that everything changes? Will you give up and satisfy yourself with the good memories? Or will you read books and watch movies looking for that look in fictional characters trying to warm your heart again?

Maybe you'll look for it in another face. Will you go though your life looking for it in other people, just waiting for it to fade away with time, just like the first one?

Or will you grow old, get a grip and stop dreaming awake?