Friday, November 04, 2005

The man below the jacarana tree

The man below the jacarana tree

He was tall and dark. His eyes were the mysterious sort. When they looked at you, they looked with might and fear, seeking help and trust. Yet he stood a mile away, arms crossed, as if he prefered isolation. There he stood below the jacarana tree, isolated from the village people.

I stood on well made parquet wood of this house made of rosewood with ivory grown all around it. I searched around for my darling, but he was to where to be found. There were too many people around me. My heart started to beat faster. I hate being around too many people. Makes me feel like I am drowning in an ocean of human beings.

I run outside... Fall on my knees. Bad migrain has hit me.

Everything spins around me.

I was about to pass out, but a tall shadow stood in front of me. I look up, and see the tall man that stood in front of the jacarana tree. He bent down.

"krriiing, krriiing!"

Damn* that stupid phone had to interupt my weird dream.

I am still having a slight migrain.

Oh I hate waking up on the wrong side of the bed.

Stupid phone, why did you have to ring?

Bad mood.

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