Thursday, November 17, 2005


I feel as if an angel just flew by me. He was so close that I could almost feel his warm breath ruffling my hair. I hoped he would stop and spread his protective wings around me, I almost sensed that quiet feeling of home and peace, like a little girl embracing by my mother and thinking nothing could ever go wrong. But he didn't stop. He looked me in the eye for a second and in his eyes I could see my dreams of what could have been. And just like that, for a split moment I was happy, living in a world that never was and never will be.


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