Jeudi, 31 janvier 2007
The wind blew hard; it was vigorous enough to make her feel like she would be gusted away. The circles around her eyes had grown bigger and darker. She tried to clutch on to her overcoat with as much force as she could. Her tiredness had worn her down, and her mind kept whirling with thoughts that kept swirling round and round, like an enclosed box filled with million bits of papier-mâché caught in a whirlwind and no escape route. She ached, but she kept hurrying on.
She was part of everyone on the street. The organized scurry of the modern city had devoured her.
And then, she stopped.
The impetuous stop made the man behind collide onto her, muttering curses as he retrieved his footsteps to hurry back on, in his own maddening world.
She let go of her coat and released her hand. She stopped and stared at the road, at the world, the world she had created for herself. She gasped at the overwhelming feeling she sensed. She found a small staircase at the side of the pavement, giving way to an old renaissance architectural building. She sat on the steps of the staircase.
In silence, she sat in those steps the entire night and a little after sunrise, prevailing on the wind, the cold, her hunger and her tiredness. Calmness engulfed her. She knew it was temporary, and soon, she would find herself lost once more in her hazy frenetic life. She was now looking forward to spending the day in bed.
Sometimes, we just have to stop.
She was part of everyone on the street. The organized scurry of the modern city had devoured her.
And then, she stopped.
The impetuous stop made the man behind collide onto her, muttering curses as he retrieved his footsteps to hurry back on, in his own maddening world.
She let go of her coat and released her hand. She stopped and stared at the road, at the world, the world she had created for herself. She gasped at the overwhelming feeling she sensed. She found a small staircase at the side of the pavement, giving way to an old renaissance architectural building. She sat on the steps of the staircase.
In silence, she sat in those steps the entire night and a little after sunrise, prevailing on the wind, the cold, her hunger and her tiredness. Calmness engulfed her. She knew it was temporary, and soon, she would find herself lost once more in her hazy frenetic life. She was now looking forward to spending the day in bed.
Sometimes, we just have to stop.
posted by manu at 9:29 PM
1 Comments:
felt like you that was me in the post there.. couldn't agree more. sometimes u have to stop
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