Awaiting my moment to act upon the longing

Jun 29, 2003 15:12

He vanished, as he had done each time reality rushed in and captured him. He was nothing but a dream, a fabrication, a fantasy in her thoughts. She didn't deserve the love he questioned offering her, although she loved him so intensely it chipped away at her spirit. There was a desperate longing that not a soul could tear from her; her longing for ( Read more... )

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radianreverie June 29 2003, 20:31:10 UTC
...And despite when or where or how she would land, in that moment, she flew.

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anonymous June 29 2003, 22:53:45 UTC
Some people dream of flying. Some dream of falling.

The brave will do both.
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~A

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floutingadore June 30 2003, 10:41:48 UTC
And one must fall before they can fly...

In this case, she's stepping off the ledge unaware of what lies before her, her dreams ingrained in the bank before her. But no matter the outcome, she shall only gain from this experience.

She doesn't dream of falling or flying. She only dreams of what waits for her on the other side.

.:Natasha:.

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anonymous June 30 2003, 15:18:59 UTC
Dreams are all we really ever have to take with us. Clearly more important than anything else in the world is to try to complete our dreams.

I hope she lands where she can be happy, wherever that may be.
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~A

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