Monday, March 21, 2005

Ideas, Ideas...

Just some ideas in the wee hours of the morning...

She stood on the sidewalk trying to capture a glimpse of him. The rain, seemingly appeared invisible to her for she stood in the open as it drenched her ochre summer dress. Oblivious to her surroundings, curious stares attempted to plague her but to no avail. Her piercing eyes, fixated on that tiny green-tinted window on the seventh floor of the building before her.

As she sat on the swing, her tiny feet dangled from her seat, unable to reach the ground. Not that she cared, for at that moment, it felt like a throne fit for a princess like her. As she sat on the clouds, the world laid still at her feet. Her feet moved in tandem to the swing as it rocked back and forth. As Daddy pushed her slowly, and then faster, she squealed in joy as the swing gained its momentum, defying the limitations of gravity. The higher she went, the closer she felt to touching the heavens., the closer she felt to Mummy. But it would all end there when Daddy's arms become tired and too weak to push her anymore. As the pendulum slowed down to a halt, so did her happiness with a premature end.


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