Another bloody boring day I've been sitting at home dreaming of doing something remotely exciting. I guess stuff just doesn't stimulate me no more.
Sigh.
Baaarghhh.. I've been logging into blogger like everyday or so like some damn looser and thinking of blogging. Mind you, on good days I can make it up to pressing create a new post too. Sadly, I have to now face the pressure of living up to the likes of some really amazing blogs like Bulhaa or damn witty like Iya or Shaf (although it's inaccessible nowadays *cry*) and Simon and all these massively talented folk.
My rather bland blog that lacks an oh so cool layout and damn articulate intellectual bullshit everywhere.. is kinda depressing.
So today I sat infront of my new acer laptop *YAYYYY SO PRETTYYYYY* (Ya. Serious. You should see what nonsense I had before :P) that is like nice enough to take to Starbucks with me and be so cool blogging there :P lol.. and I thought about what to write...
And I kept thinking..
And thinking...
Until...
WHAT THE FUCK I'VE BEEN BLOGGING SINCE LIKE 2005!!! I am an GRANNY blogger!!!! Maldivian oldie anyway. :P I shall continue to blog! I am gonna BLOG. :P
If it's all pure unadulterated boring shit on a really lame layout IT SHALL BE SO! Coz I'm special and thats how my blog becomes special. LMAO.
Bah!
I honestly think that unless I'm depressed or pissed I have nothing amazing to blog about.
And these days I'm happy.
Thus the blog suffers.
LOL
Thousand apologies.
I shall continue sometime, somehow.
Please don't all go pray I become miserable though. Even if you do want me to blog. Or you just have the kinda perverse personality that you like people to be unhappy.
That would be mean. And you're a nice person.
XD
Visionz
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The sun was shining through the stained glass, painting a delicate reflection on the marble floors of the temple.
Her shadow passed over it, dimming the shimmering colors and cloaking it in her darkness.
“Is this the key?”
“Yes"
“Leave.”
She slid off her silken slippers. Each foot delicately stepped unto the stone floor. The cold shock sent shivers down her spine. She pulled the ribbon out of her hair and waves cascaded down her shoulders.
Slowly she moved towards the wooden door. She reached for the knob, and then hesitantly looked around. She was alone in the empty corridor and the silence was suddenly deafening. Glancing back at the knob, she bit her lips. One finger teased the tip of the shiny gold knob. She had come this far.
She closed her eyes and pushed the door open and felt herself tripping, and falling.
With a soft thud she landed on her bum. Balancing upright with her hands, she felt something unexpected. She opened her eyes. The sunlight was blinding. She drew in her breath sharply. In front of her, stretching out miles and miles, shimmering in all its glory, deep and blue… the ocean… she stood on a beach.
Turning around the door she entered through seemed to have disappeared. She dug her toes into the sand… it was wet, but warm…
“Finally”
She hadn’t noticed him beside her.
“What took you so long?”
She just stared… he seemed, so real.
“I am real”
She gaped.
“I… I came here looking for you”
“Yes”
“And, but, how…I…”
He laughed. His whole face filled with a brightness that was divine, his face seemed ethereal. The sound of his laugh although familiar, had taken a whole new dimension. It was almost as though his voice had acquired a new quality although it still sounded the same.
“I’ve known you a lifetime. And you have never been at a loss before”
She reached out to touch him. He felt solid… and as her fingers passed over his skin, a wave of heat passed through her. As when he was inside her… after all those years, she felt complete in that moment… looking into his eyes. They were like the ocean that lay in front… deep, strong, calm, and beautiful.
“I missed you…”
“I know.”
He pulled her close, she felt his breath, it smelled so sweet… she could almost taste him… taste the sweetness that is him….intoxicating…
Tears poured down her cheeks, leaving glistening trails…. Her breath was caught in throat, the pain spread from somewhere deep within until soon she was shaking, her vision blurred… the colors faded…
His hand stretched out, touched her chin…softly caressed her cheek… and as he wiped away her tears, she closed her eyes in quiet ecstasy. And as she stood in his arms… there was no telling where she ended, and he began…
Suddenly the warm wetness under her feet felt icy cold. A gust of wind felt like a hundred knives on her naked skin. She was suddenly alone. A cold hand grabbed her shoulder.
She opened her eyes in shock.
The hand pushed her, and she felt herself falling violently. Crashing onto the ground, she felt a sharp pain as body hit the stone floor. She turned around.
But there was no one.
She stood quickly and stood searching. She felt panic rising inside her, and a strong fear washed over her… only she didn’t know what she was afraid of.
“Laara”
She looked above. There was no sky. Just empty darkness. But the voice was coming from above. It was raspy… full of anger…hate… her eyes searched for a face….
“Laara”
She kept turning, facing the sky…following the chanting… faster… faster…
“Laara”
She was spinning now.
“Laara”
Everything was blurred… then there was a flash, she felt herself falling again
Her blood tasted bitter in her mouth. It dribbled out the corner of her lips… he raised her eyes and looked back into the sky. The sky was blazing … a ceiling of fire above her…
“Laara”
The voice sounded closer now, she tried to move, but her body felt too heavy, she turned to face her right.
She opened her mouth and screamed. And screamed. And screamed. Not a sound.
She couldn’t even close her eyes.
“You see me now?”
She felt dizzy. The blood. The oozing pus.
“Do you see me now?”
Her mouth gaped open but she couldn’t make a sound.
“I said, do you see me now!”
His skin was burnt, the wounds were bleeding, pus covered most of his skin… the pink flesh visible in the gashes…
“I hate you. I hate you. I should be alive. You should have died”
She felt something poured over her… felt like water… slippery… wet… smelt like danger… gasoline…
“No!”
She felt so light… she was floating. But she could still see herself lying on the ground as he towered over her. She was watching herself. She watched him light the match. She watched herself plead and beg. She watched him light the fire. She watched it spread. She watched her self scream, in pain and agony. She watched her porcelain skin burn, and melt… She watched him watching her.
Expressionless….
Except for the hatred in his eyes…
Too much to bear, the pain, the memories… the weight. She didn’t feel so light now… heavier and heavier… falling… faster… crashing… hard…
And she woke up… drenched in sweat… lifted her head from the pillow, her head felt so heavy… she was sweating but she felt so, so cold. She tried to breathe, she told herself to breathe, but it hurt… her whole body ached. On her elbows she balanced herself… nausea filled her senses… she slumped and fell back…
Her eyes could hardly open, she turned to her saw. And it was there… so inviting. She couldn’t do it. She had to… She couldn’t… But she needed…
It was like the fumes revived her. Like the smoke traveled into her… and spread through her… brought her alive… electric…
Cross legged, she sat… on the mattress… when did she last see sunlight, she didn’t even know. But she didn’t need to. All she wanted was what she held in her palms… she stared at it… feeling it, seeing it, holding it... excited her...
Her gaze lifted and she searched the wall. Searched for the picture… a perfect picture it is… she should frame it some day. It hung crooked on the wall… she tilted her head…
She kept staring… and the colors grew brighter… and the picture grew bigger… until it seemed to be right in front of her… and then it surrounded her…
And the sun was shining on her face again… the stained glass sparkled on the windows…
A little monk stood in front of her, his arm stretched out… he slowly opened his fist.
And in his palm, a golden key glistened.
She smiled as she gently picked it up. For a moment she looked at it dangling from its chain, illuminated in the light…
“Is this the key?”
“Yes.”
Her shadow passed over it, dimming the shimmering colors and cloaking it in her darkness.
“Is this the key?”
“Yes"
“Leave.”
She slid off her silken slippers. Each foot delicately stepped unto the stone floor. The cold shock sent shivers down her spine. She pulled the ribbon out of her hair and waves cascaded down her shoulders.
Slowly she moved towards the wooden door. She reached for the knob, and then hesitantly looked around. She was alone in the empty corridor and the silence was suddenly deafening. Glancing back at the knob, she bit her lips. One finger teased the tip of the shiny gold knob. She had come this far.
She closed her eyes and pushed the door open and felt herself tripping, and falling.
With a soft thud she landed on her bum. Balancing upright with her hands, she felt something unexpected. She opened her eyes. The sunlight was blinding. She drew in her breath sharply. In front of her, stretching out miles and miles, shimmering in all its glory, deep and blue… the ocean… she stood on a beach.
Turning around the door she entered through seemed to have disappeared. She dug her toes into the sand… it was wet, but warm…
“Finally”
She hadn’t noticed him beside her.
“What took you so long?”
She just stared… he seemed, so real.
“I am real”
She gaped.
“I… I came here looking for you”
“Yes”
“And, but, how…I…”
He laughed. His whole face filled with a brightness that was divine, his face seemed ethereal. The sound of his laugh although familiar, had taken a whole new dimension. It was almost as though his voice had acquired a new quality although it still sounded the same.
“I’ve known you a lifetime. And you have never been at a loss before”
She reached out to touch him. He felt solid… and as her fingers passed over his skin, a wave of heat passed through her. As when he was inside her… after all those years, she felt complete in that moment… looking into his eyes. They were like the ocean that lay in front… deep, strong, calm, and beautiful.
“I missed you…”
“I know.”
He pulled her close, she felt his breath, it smelled so sweet… she could almost taste him… taste the sweetness that is him….intoxicating…
Tears poured down her cheeks, leaving glistening trails…. Her breath was caught in throat, the pain spread from somewhere deep within until soon she was shaking, her vision blurred… the colors faded…
His hand stretched out, touched her chin…softly caressed her cheek… and as he wiped away her tears, she closed her eyes in quiet ecstasy. And as she stood in his arms… there was no telling where she ended, and he began…
Suddenly the warm wetness under her feet felt icy cold. A gust of wind felt like a hundred knives on her naked skin. She was suddenly alone. A cold hand grabbed her shoulder.
She opened her eyes in shock.
The hand pushed her, and she felt herself falling violently. Crashing onto the ground, she felt a sharp pain as body hit the stone floor. She turned around.
But there was no one.
She stood quickly and stood searching. She felt panic rising inside her, and a strong fear washed over her… only she didn’t know what she was afraid of.
“Laara”
She looked above. There was no sky. Just empty darkness. But the voice was coming from above. It was raspy… full of anger…hate… her eyes searched for a face….
“Laara”
She kept turning, facing the sky…following the chanting… faster… faster…
“Laara”
She was spinning now.
“Laara”
Everything was blurred… then there was a flash, she felt herself falling again
Her blood tasted bitter in her mouth. It dribbled out the corner of her lips… he raised her eyes and looked back into the sky. The sky was blazing … a ceiling of fire above her…
“Laara”
The voice sounded closer now, she tried to move, but her body felt too heavy, she turned to face her right.
She opened her mouth and screamed. And screamed. And screamed. Not a sound.
She couldn’t even close her eyes.
“You see me now?”
She felt dizzy. The blood. The oozing pus.
“Do you see me now?”
Her mouth gaped open but she couldn’t make a sound.
“I said, do you see me now!”
His skin was burnt, the wounds were bleeding, pus covered most of his skin… the pink flesh visible in the gashes…
“I hate you. I hate you. I should be alive. You should have died”
She felt something poured over her… felt like water… slippery… wet… smelt like danger… gasoline…
“No!”
She felt so light… she was floating. But she could still see herself lying on the ground as he towered over her. She was watching herself. She watched him light the match. She watched herself plead and beg. She watched him light the fire. She watched it spread. She watched her self scream, in pain and agony. She watched her porcelain skin burn, and melt… She watched him watching her.
Expressionless….
Except for the hatred in his eyes…
Too much to bear, the pain, the memories… the weight. She didn’t feel so light now… heavier and heavier… falling… faster… crashing… hard…
And she woke up… drenched in sweat… lifted her head from the pillow, her head felt so heavy… she was sweating but she felt so, so cold. She tried to breathe, she told herself to breathe, but it hurt… her whole body ached. On her elbows she balanced herself… nausea filled her senses… she slumped and fell back…
Her eyes could hardly open, she turned to her saw. And it was there… so inviting. She couldn’t do it. She had to… She couldn’t… But she needed…
It was like the fumes revived her. Like the smoke traveled into her… and spread through her… brought her alive… electric…
Cross legged, she sat… on the mattress… when did she last see sunlight, she didn’t even know. But she didn’t need to. All she wanted was what she held in her palms… she stared at it… feeling it, seeing it, holding it... excited her...
Her gaze lifted and she searched the wall. Searched for the picture… a perfect picture it is… she should frame it some day. It hung crooked on the wall… she tilted her head…
She kept staring… and the colors grew brighter… and the picture grew bigger… until it seemed to be right in front of her… and then it surrounded her…
And the sun was shining on her face again… the stained glass sparkled on the windows…
A little monk stood in front of her, his arm stretched out… he slowly opened his fist.
And in his palm, a golden key glistened.
She smiled as she gently picked it up. For a moment she looked at it dangling from its chain, illuminated in the light…
“Is this the key?”
“Yes.”
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