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buildings with a hundred floors,
spinning 'round revolving doors.
baby i don't know where they'll take me.

entries about chat links



breakaway
The Sea Breeze [an extract]
Sunday, October 9, 2011 // 1:36 AM


Her blue eyes stared straight at me, the dark pupils highlighting the depth of her hidden secrets. Her black hair swayed in the gentle wind, the waves reflecting the sunlight, sending haphazard flares of light into my eyes. Under the sun, her hair created a halo around her and even as she walked away, I couldn’t help but stare. The fluidity of her movements as she waltzed across the pathway of fallen autumn leaves left me breathless. As she walked away, I could still remember the steely glint of her eye, unrelenting and cold, giving nothing away, but taking everything. There was a feeling she gave everyone she came into contact with. It was a sort of pleasure, but you could also feel her malicious intentions. Even when she used you to your advantage, draining everything from you until you were sucked dry of life, she would make you feel as if it wasn’t her fault. And then there were the days when she would let you drift past, her very presence like a breath of fresh air in your hectic lifestyle. But sometimes there were those days when her anger towered above you, making you feel horribly insignificant and as her rage poured out, wiping out everything in her path, you would know better than to incite her.




I followed her, regardless. She had a certain pull on people. People would go to her when they felt depressed and her relaxing presence would wash their fears away and suffocate their thoughts with a silence that was both meaningful, but at the same time so haunting. People would go to her when they were in the epitome of happiness and she would reflect the joy and show you, in her own unique way, that life was easier if you just enjoyed the little things. Perhaps I realised, somewhere deep inside of me that I would find peace with her. Perhaps I knew that I needed her just like she needed me. We were the opposite halves of the equation and she was everything I wasn’t, but we could only survive with one another.

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