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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

hush


the earth seemed to freeze exactly where it was. The stillness deafening but soothing to Deirdre's weary mind and dystopic subconcious. For a moment the earth stopped and she basqued in it's radiance. In these moments she was reminded of the beauty in life. War, poverty, world hunger, economic struggle, man being inhumane to his fellow man all seemed to rest beneath the quiet whisper "It is well with my soul". She did not have to be anything here. she could rest in spite of herself. She could remove the facade that she paraded in day after dreary day. She could be. She didn't have to do anything or try to please anyone. Nature demanded nothing of her and she loved it. She breathed in the atomsphere. The tranquility of the dark water, the inky body of her embodied heaven was alluring. Calling her come like a siren's song. She lied down on the discolored, putrescent wood of the small wharf. Closing her eyes, she let her mind wander. She'd contained and supressed it long enough.
There were very few instances where she felt free. This was one of her safe places to be free. Much like a child on a swing or a bird flying into the open air, she took to this place. It was more so her element than anything else. She did not feel at home anywhere else. She barely felt at home anywhere anyway. She was foreign not only to this town, this state, this country, but to the world. Foreign to the world and all it's strange customs. The dock and the lake seemed to be her own personal dimension. Her dent in the chaotic universe. Somewhere to go when the daggers in men's smiles become too much. When the pain of formality becomes a weighty cancerous growth, expanding over her lungs, debilitating her.
Birds sung their love songs back and forth to each other and the striders still, refraining from creating the faux rain affect they devised. It was cold. The cold scared them away. Or killed them. Depending on how fast they were able to retreat before the winter chill set in.
I need this. she sighed the words. An oasis of peace in a desert of insanity.

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