Friday, February 29, 2008

empacho-ation

Empacho-ation:
She stood there. In the faceless crowd, I drew sight of her… seeing her in her most glamorous wear. Those fake smiles… the sight of anxiety… I saw her, with the sighs of disappointment… but disdain did I the fact that I was only one of the crowd… one of the faces that she saw, when she was there on the pedestal. She wasn’t happy, I could say… by the look in her eyes, she wasn’t happy at all…People’s bodies started moving with grace... dancing by the moonlight…She is a girl… she was on my mind… she was standing there… I could not remember her face, the way she smiled, the way she walked down the runway. But I could clearly remember her name…Her smile… who would not love to love that smile? But I hated when she gave that smile to someone else… It made me sick.A certain kind of something I saw in her that really struck me. Not just she has a face that would launch a thousand ships nor the fact that she’s one of the loveliest songs that play in my ears. It’s when I took a glance of her, she was looking at me too…

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