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My friend Lindsey sent this to me and i really liked it so i thought i'd share it.
"A shadow on a hilltop. That is all he is to me now and all he will ever be. I can watch him, moving like the mist, but I must not go near him. He is covered now in the light of the moon and I can see him stretching his arms out to embrace her glow. She will turn away, as always, and leave him there with the world in veiled stillness.
She always leaves him, she has no emotion. She cannot chose to love him just as he cannot chose to be shadowed as he is. It’s all a curse, I think, and he doesn’t want anyone to see it. She doesn’t care- as I said before, she has no emotion. She couldn’t care less if he worshiped her or not. But he cares, and that is the problem.
I know he cares, even if all I can see is a silhouette on the edge of night. I can tell by the way he walks, so determined, up the hill to the highest point for miles. Then he reaches up to her for what could be forever and finally draws back his hooded cloak and stands there for eternity- leaves only when her back is to him and she begins to fade. He always walks back downhill faster then he came and I can tell he’s upset.
Once, he raised his hands as usual, but she responded. She sent a star to him, in white fire, and he laughed. His soul is so easily laid bare when he laughs. It is like he completely turns inside-out and releases a part of his innermost being to the world- and it is filled with joy.
She didn’t care about his laugh, his soul, for she has no emotion. She turned away from him, but he kept laughing. He laughed until he was expressing frustration and anger through his laughter. Then he left, before morning.
That night I wondered what it would be like to release myself like that. To be completely wrapped up in something as powerful as she is but to be nothing to her. Then to have her take notice and finally comes release! But when he did, she turned away. She always turns away, she has no emotion.
She seemed much crueler to me when I realized that fact. She has no emotion, so she cannot say she loves him. She cannot and will not. It is cruel to keep someone waiting like that, never knowing, but she doesn’t care. She can’t even care that she is cruel. She has no emotion.
If I could, I would go onto that hilltop and take out my knife and strike her down. If I could, I would release him. But I can’t. I mustn’t go near him. I watch him as he stands on the hill, but I can’t ever see him. I watch a silhouetted figure and that is all. Just a shadow on a hill. That is all he is to me now and all he will ever be."
"A shadow on a hilltop. That is all he is to me now and all he will ever be. I can watch him, moving like the mist, but I must not go near him. He is covered now in the light of the moon and I can see him stretching his arms out to embrace her glow. She will turn away, as always, and leave him there with the world in veiled stillness.
She always leaves him, she has no emotion. She cannot chose to love him just as he cannot chose to be shadowed as he is. It’s all a curse, I think, and he doesn’t want anyone to see it. She doesn’t care- as I said before, she has no emotion. She couldn’t care less if he worshiped her or not. But he cares, and that is the problem.
I know he cares, even if all I can see is a silhouette on the edge of night. I can tell by the way he walks, so determined, up the hill to the highest point for miles. Then he reaches up to her for what could be forever and finally draws back his hooded cloak and stands there for eternity- leaves only when her back is to him and she begins to fade. He always walks back downhill faster then he came and I can tell he’s upset.
Once, he raised his hands as usual, but she responded. She sent a star to him, in white fire, and he laughed. His soul is so easily laid bare when he laughs. It is like he completely turns inside-out and releases a part of his innermost being to the world- and it is filled with joy.
She didn’t care about his laugh, his soul, for she has no emotion. She turned away from him, but he kept laughing. He laughed until he was expressing frustration and anger through his laughter. Then he left, before morning.
That night I wondered what it would be like to release myself like that. To be completely wrapped up in something as powerful as she is but to be nothing to her. Then to have her take notice and finally comes release! But when he did, she turned away. She always turns away, she has no emotion.
She seemed much crueler to me when I realized that fact. She has no emotion, so she cannot say she loves him. She cannot and will not. It is cruel to keep someone waiting like that, never knowing, but she doesn’t care. She can’t even care that she is cruel. She has no emotion.
If I could, I would go onto that hilltop and take out my knife and strike her down. If I could, I would release him. But I can’t. I mustn’t go near him. I watch him as he stands on the hill, but I can’t ever see him. I watch a silhouetted figure and that is all. Just a shadow on a hill. That is all he is to me now and all he will ever be."