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I Am Not A Good Writer Still I Like To Write My Thoughts

[i][c=#4C0073]The gray industrial door was left ajar in complete stillness as was the rest of the hospital. Energies vibrated from the walls, the floors, doors, scalpels and the halls. They whispered to me the history of the place. All was silent though, except when I passed through that door crossing over to another plain of existence.

There she was in her blue hospital gown. Air tube shoved down her throat, the machine forcing her to breathe. Everything was chaotic in this world. Nurses passed down the halls, doctors explaining to their patients treatments or sicknesses, people all around in the outside. The door left ajar I placed my hand feeling it's coldness of steel and shut it with my might.

Pure light seized my vision until it died down to the darkness of nightfall. I found myself on a moonlit balcony with iron railings. It was crisp and cool to touch but the warm hands of a familiar shape clasped mine. I turned to her. Straight brown hair, blue eyes capturing the stars of the night, pale skin, my God, it was the moon goddess and sister of Apollo!

But I found myself again in the hospital room. The vision was like a flashback or a dream. It fled my eyes quickly. All I can see now is my helpless dove sedated in deep sleep. My freezing hand reached for hers feeling her skin, her essence. Her heartbeat pulsed through her fingers to my own. We synced.

We stood together on that balcony. She towered above me in great height and like a cobra I found myself entranced. Her eyes mirrored water, ice, space it was like seeing a glimpse of her soul. I knew then we both were in a dream, our dream that we could play. She wove her fingers around mine, our arms opened to each other. Our hearts drummed to the same cadence, fires ignited and I felt so many things.

She held tightly to me while I returned to the hospital. All of this through the touch of her hand? Perhaps she was projecting herself too exploring the world as a spirit now like me? I climbed into her bed and I pulled myself to her tightly closing my eyes to our inception.

There we were again but this time she closed the space between us. I was only a breath away from her face. Of course, repressed fears swelled within me. She opened her eyes a peek waiting for me. Without further pause I kissed her soul with all of my being and it's like the whole universe opened up in a big bang.

I woke up on December twenty-sixth fooling my senses again. My lips felt as if they were touched and my heart melted down to it's fiery core. It was then I knew I still loved her, my dreamgirl.[/c][/i]

Lostpoet · M
That’s beautiful, but who is she?
XReaganX · 26-30, F
@Lostpoet someone I actually know. Her name is given away though. "...moon goddess and sister of Apollo..."
Lostpoet · M
@XReaganX I hope she visits you often.
XReaganX · 26-30, F
@Lostpoet I hope so too. ;)
Emptiness · 26-30, F
It's beautiful but not as beautiful as you
XReaganX · 26-30, F
@Emptiness you don't believe me. Lol [i]*squeezes you*[/i]
Emptiness · 26-30, F
Babe usually I'll believe anything u tell me but on this I dont I'm sorry *cuddles closer*@XReaganX
XReaganX · 26-30, F
@Emptiness [i]*giggles*[/i] You're silly you know that? One day, you'll believe me because you'll be able to see my admiration in my face and hear love in my voice (as disgusting as it sounds) lol

It'll be too hard for you to deny that I think you're beautiful. ;)
masterofyou · 70-79, M
You say your not a good writer???? You're damn good writer....
Emptiness · 26-30, F
That’s what I’ve been telling her @masterofyou
@XReaganX Not What I was thinking... no.
XReaganX · 26-30, F
@DarkHeaven I know. 😋

 
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