| Subject: *•*•*•*•*...From The Heart...*•*•*•*•* |
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Date Posted: 14:11:29 03/26/01 Mon
Author Host/IP: px3nr.wp.shawcable.net/24.66.94.142
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From the Heart
's message, "<i> ( <::> ) - - ***~~~~ Equinox ~~~~***- - ( <::> )" on 20:34:18 03/25/01 Sun
*His mind pounds with anxaic fury, throbbing, pulsing, the anguish for so long burried within him now rising to the surface of his clouded thoughts, treading a path, tearing away the peacefull realities which he had built up around it.... His heart pumps wildly within his chest, daring, taunting, teasing to leap from the deep cavity of his chest, to sever the flesh, to mock him in its release, to dance upon the dew-drowned floor of the verdant plain, to leave him helpless, heaving...... The pain, the confusion clots within his veins, panging his taut muscle, the result of its furious scorn reaching hoof and tail, whispering its painful deciet to each cold limb......... He loved this mare, this femme who stood before him, this angel that poured her life out to him, to him to catch it, to hold it, to drag himself out of the icy waters in which he had fallen.... Yet, this promise, this pledge of love that he had given to her so wholly, he had promised another as well........ He tenses his muscles abruptly, then loosens them in comfort, tensing, relaxing, repeating the continuous pattern in an endless strain of uneasy weightlessness, his eyes closed, the veil drawn to close about them, as if somehow he believed that this might deliver him from the moment in which he stood, rip down the walls of time which bind him.......* M'lady... Forgive me............ *His voice cracks abruptly, his sentence drifting off, the painful piece grasping desperately with flailing limbs for a hitch on the back of a passing blow of wind, for a chance to redeem its ringing note which drains silently off into time.....* You speak so much of me.. Yet I am nothing, Heart...... My errors are clear, now... I have failed you, and I have failed another.. For I promise you this now... But not with my whole heart, for I have in halve's stead promised another..... I love you, Heart.. Nothing will change my feelings for you.. Nothing........ But it is not only you that I love... *He presses his lids tightly shut, the locks of his sable mane persistantly carressing the flesh, begging for entrance into the pooled optics, for insight to his torn vision....* I-I'm sorry, Heart.... please don't leave me.. *He chokes barely audibly, his voice draining seeming breathlessly from his parted lips, trickling down his chin and disappearing into the black of the cloak of night which surrounds him...... Yet even the night, dark, illusive, cannot hide what comes next, the rush of pain which floods his sinuses, stinging his pressed orb as it struggles to push apart the joint of his dark lids..... A bead, a silent tear, a tear which could remain inside of the sorrowful being no longer.......*
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