In Australia, I Cry
I opened the door of my bedroom and stared out into the dark corridor. My house mate had left with her boyfriend and I was all alone.
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I decided to have a smoke and so grabbed the small black bag I had kept hidden from my mother throughout the week she was with me. I unzipped it and poured the contents out, which consisted of the cigarette case that my sister gave me, the muscle pain relief gel my mom handed me and the nail clipper I had forgotten to give back to my dad.
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After rummaging through the house for a lighter or a box of matches my frustration built up. I decided to go out to the balcony.
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I did so and I stood there staring aimlessly at the park that was in front of the house. My eyes caught a twinkle in the sky and I looked up. My eyes widened as my heart stopped. Suddenly my cheeks dampened from the eavy tears that rolled down to my jaw.
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How could I have hated Australia?
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The sky. She was so beautiful in the night. She wore her dark dress, smoothly covering the world with her darkness and those stars twinkled like shy, mysterious diamonds.
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I stared at this beauty, my eyes continued to burn and I’ve surrendered to her cool voice in the form of light breeze that touched my skin ever so gently.
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Where was this Darkness Lady when I needed her? Or do I need her now?
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I regret pulling away from her embrace so soon. And I hope to see her again.
February 19th, 2007 at 3:32 am
It’s like reading a comic strip minus the visual image but an imagery.
Nice.