Ooz (Disabled)
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
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Post by Ooz (Disabled) on Mar 6, 2010 18:27:58 GMT -5
A Remnant of Me
My Life isn't compelte...
“Inu-Yasha…I.. I..”
A sentence that can’t seem to find completion; a remnant of an utterance meant to find its way to the ears of its voice’s love. As these incurable words attempt to seek refuge in the soul of the one meant for hearing, ask yourself should these words be said at all. An eternal dream of happiness outcasts that of a reality of ephemeral bliss. Yet, can this dream last the bound of time, for generations separate the two; though a wisp of passionate flames secures warmth in their heart.
“Kagome… I feel..”
He seeks her affection, but his mind if clouded by an divergent force, for an old flame has seemingly seeped into his being; smoldering away at his coherent mind. How can he utter the words she wants to hear, when there is someone else seeking the same conclusion. However this love triangle was shattered, broken, diminished with the lost of Kikyō. Yet does this make the situation any better.
“You don’t have to say anymore…”
Though she yearns his touch, she fears the pain for refutation and the proceed of not being accepted. He moves forward, and she pushes away as his miscellaneous feelings and emotion places the young soul at a distress. She wants to leave, but she can’t. He has her heart, and she, his. Oblivious to an answer appropriate to please one-another, they continue their journey, hopefully expecting to find one on their way….
“But I…”
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