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A little story.
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There was a little girl in a little village. She was a great kid. Everyone remembers her as the cheerful and bubbly girl from the wealthy family in town.
The girl has always been happy, always having her loving family to fend and protect her from any possible harm that might come her way. The little girl slowly grew up and had a character of her own. She was strong but not hard, she was mild but not weak, she was funny but not annoying, she was happy but not ecstatic. She lived a happy life, constantly having crowds of friends around her, keeping her busy.
Boys came into her life, slowly but surely. Everyone thought she was confident but she wasn't really. She spoke well and she dressed well. She carried herself well and proper. The boys were impressed with her humour and the joy she could bring. She lived and she loved. People came into her hearts and held a special place, but never for long. Everything was intense and passionate but nothing ever lasted. Her love turned into jealousy, her concern turned into envy. She saw every mistake anyone could ever make and she wasn't happy.
The girl decided to have some independence and went on to live life alone for awhile. The people who comes into her life were always wrong anyway, she was convinced. Time was short for her. Everyday was filled with activities. She was an active kid with lots of commitment. Friends wanted her with them all the time, never leaving her out of fun.
She went on and enjoyed life for awhile and one day something special came along. She found joy in the weirdest situation with the weirdest person. She was keen and excited, so excited she could barely contained her excitement. Things had never been so right in her life before. Everything was just perfect. Little did she know, perfection never lasts because humans focus on nothing but imperfection. Glorious details fades away only to be corroded and covered by ugly scars and broken lines.
The girl was confused. How did something so perfect suddenly break into such fine pieces over night? The scary thing was, no one else saw the imperfection but her. Everywhere she turned she saw smiling faces, eager greetings. She freaked. Was she caught in limbo? Did no one see what she saw? It was obvious! She thought. She pondered and she pondered. She was gutless. She made no decision for abandonment. It wasn't a choice she told herself.
She hang on and she looked on. The precious little thing seems ignorant of all her unnecesarry concerns. Where they really unnecessary? She looked at it longingly and she gave tender loving care. The more imperfection she saw, the more she tried to cover up for it. She gave and she gave. She painted her own little covering to shield what was broken. She convinced herself everything was great.
She went for a drive one day. She was already all grown up by then. The girl realised she was no longer as happy as she used to be. A seed of burden was growing inside her. She had to admit it. She had to make a painful decision.
She drove fast and furious to the beach. Tears of frustration and devastation rolled down her cheeks as she drew nearer and nearer towards the beach. Why couldn't she ever keep anything perfect, pure and happy she screamed at her inner conscience.
The sign told her she'd arrived. Very slowly she got out of the car and with jaded steps she walked on. With the precious thing in her cupped hands, she walked closer and closer towards the sand. One last look, she told herself.
With a fierce determination, she smashed the precious thing onto the sand. Everything was shattered. But she had a vision before it. The precious thing was already shattered before she even dropped it. It was shattered by her heart. Smashed to tiny little pieces, you could never piece back again. She poured sand over the pieces, trying as best as she could to hide the hideous act she had just comitted. She was ashamed.
The precious thing was gone, she had to cope on.
She went back to the car and started the engine. She pulled on her shades, blast the stereo and drove on. She'd never felt this light in a long while.
The little girl was happy again.
posted by alienresident at
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Travis - Flowers in the Window
There's no reason to feel bad
But there are many reasons to feel glad, sad, mad
Its just a bunch of feelings that we have to hold
But i am here to help you with the load.
Wow look at you now
Flowers in the window
It's such a lovely day
And i am glad that you feel the same
Cause to stand up i'm in the crowd
You're one in a million
And i love you so, so lets watch the flowers grow.
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