Post by Geisha on Nov 27, 2006 18:44:48 GMT -5
Crash!
I was submerged in the cool water. I twisted around before pushing my way to the top. I flew out of the water onto the land, my bodice dripping wanter onto the thick cushions of leaves. My ebony lept gleamed with moisture, I galloped back to the edge. I flew downwards, losing myself again. It felt refreshing, life changing even. Even if for only one minute, I could be new. Born again. Ageless. But I scrambled back to the surface and onto the mats of leaves once again. This time I didn't bolt off to the edge, I stood, my shallow eyes watching. I blinked away the past, thinking about the present again. I needed shelter, winter would be here soon, and I wasn't safe on my own. I hated to admit it, but admitting the truth only makes you stronger. I'm not tall, and not broad. I wasn't malicious unless provoked by pain. But I could think for myself, I'm fairly quick. I didn't pride in my reflection nor traits, time erods all such beauty. And the proud are quick to fall. I walked slowly, the wind blowing my dripping tassles dry, my pelt back to it's dull shine.
I was submerged in the cool water. I twisted around before pushing my way to the top. I flew out of the water onto the land, my bodice dripping wanter onto the thick cushions of leaves. My ebony lept gleamed with moisture, I galloped back to the edge. I flew downwards, losing myself again. It felt refreshing, life changing even. Even if for only one minute, I could be new. Born again. Ageless. But I scrambled back to the surface and onto the mats of leaves once again. This time I didn't bolt off to the edge, I stood, my shallow eyes watching. I blinked away the past, thinking about the present again. I needed shelter, winter would be here soon, and I wasn't safe on my own. I hated to admit it, but admitting the truth only makes you stronger. I'm not tall, and not broad. I wasn't malicious unless provoked by pain. But I could think for myself, I'm fairly quick. I didn't pride in my reflection nor traits, time erods all such beauty. And the proud are quick to fall. I walked slowly, the wind blowing my dripping tassles dry, my pelt back to it's dull shine.
