HELLO.
"Contrariwise," continued Tweedledee, "if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic." Through the Looking-Glass; Lewis Carroll
| Hello. | Goodbye. |
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Through the Looking-Glass; Lewis Carroll |
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Wednesday, August 08, 2007, 11:45 PM
If you haven't realised, I get jealous. Very easily. Very unfortunately. I would have waited; would you have done so too? I would have stayed. And you didn't. The mist wraps itself around her; consuming her; dragging her away; obliterating her last desperate cries for help. She vanishes into thin air, right behind you, one last silent flash of brilliant light before she is gone. Now she floats above you, unable to fly away - a guardian angel, a spirit murdered by her own true love, now forced to stay by her undying longing. She watches you turn your back away from her, hiding from her, the same sight which killed her. The same sight which stabbed her, drained her spirit from her body, the soul from her heart. The sight of betrayal, the one, forbidden glance. |