[...so there you are...all cozy and comfy by the fire expecting her to just walk in that door and plop down on the carpet at your feet and hang on every word you say. Youd be within your right to think that...but she is no angel...she is no demon...she is something else and she cant sit still for a single second without the haunts of the body that hosts the great mind that is her... you call to her...you beckon her...in her preoccupation she sees no heed to break concentration for such menial of requests. Find someone else she flashes in her mind...then continues as if you were some speck..a rightful speck but again, not on her journey... Is she wrong? Is she confused somehow with visions of grandeur? Is there another way, a right way, perhaps...your way? She doesnt care. She neednt care because you dont factor in her scheme of things. A female defying the cosmic and global belief that she is weak and meek and non vital in the ideals of others...Dont let her size fool you for that almost human body hosts more in it than the feeble eyes of one of the most vain creatures on the food chain...you arent the highest order...not even the smartest, strongest or deserving-est...to her you are fools...on a fools path...and in other fools way...she chuckles...content, and slumps onto a cushion in the darkest corner with her thoughts and the things and memories of ages ago long before she was fleshed, fletched like an arrow for a purpose only she herself knows... and now...she returns to the parade...the inception of blending into the rest...the interloper of expectation...the id that stands alone...] ~mobe
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 06:22:47 +0000
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