She didn’t understand. No matter what she did, no matter who she sought, no matter what she planned or dreamed, it was always short-lived. The emotions that came along with this so called idea of abandonment felt so real and tangible in her heart. She could feel it inching up her throat with each “thump”, creating a knot. People speaking for others, thinking for others, deciding for others what to share and not share. “I just don’t understand,” she told her friend. “Sometimes it’s best not to,” he said in reply. “But…but I need some answers. I need to know that I can trust them.” “That’s exactly it. You can’t,” he said in the same solemn voice. Before trapping herself in another maze of riddles, she found her way out the door, embraced by the cold, but fresh and crisp wind which carried along with it, the scent of jasmine and a brewing thought …Then why should I work this hard to earn someone’s trust?
(Gasp) It’s princess Jane from Lala land. It’s Sam Joel’s Friend.
I’m not sure how to comment. Is that a excerpt from a book, or something you wrote? Or am I totally ruining the mood of your blog by asking a question like that?
boy! what are you doing 5 in the morning? that excited for jesus day huh?
wait…maybe my time is off, why does it say 11:28 when it’s 7:28?