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Intersessa 
10:44pm, March 20, 2009
The old antique mansion, aged but beautiful in its stance, remained as a haven for our chaotic relief. We waited in the loft; nestled and confined amongst each other. Skin to skin, we rested. Our racial and cultural backgrounds illuminated out of the close proximity that we shared; my fear resting on your shoulders and your anxieties pushing back on my train of thought that was once the epitome of rationality.
I heard the monsters breathing, as the sought out our silenced souls. Way up high, we were, hurrying to shut the door in the face of danger. We sank below the range of view from the ground up, careful not to be seen by the shadows. We hid there, like we knew we could, and willed ourselves to mere whispers. They didn’t see us, like we feared they would. And we had fallen asleep during our time of waiting; waiting for night to pass so that the light might show us the way out of such a darkened place.
“It’s okay now, they’re gone” I said.
“Let’s go then” you replied.
We climbed down from the higher altitude and traveled down the crumbling hallways. Together, we had slept the night over into day, where the sun was now the ruler. It was our very plan to gather out things to prepare for our journey outside these walls. In the basement, we packed our closest sentiments alongside our basic necessities, with no exact knowledge of any possible weapon that could save us from our demise. We had to be quick, as darkness comes quickly and we are of so very few. Shadows danced around us, running up and down the stairs, listening for the sound of our hearts beating; bass-beat of life.
With our bags half full of hopeful heroines we embraced the basement door at the top of the basement stairs. Outside the window, the wide road stretched out for miles; and why did it seem so far away?
“Hurry, it’s not time to wait, they know we are hiding down here.”
I turned and stared into your eyes, reading your lost fury and worry that was being suppressed by anxious words. And back to the window, as if to seal the whole deal, we watched as an army of shadows chased away the day, and raced to be the first to enter our hiding place. Because life is only fair, they respectively traveled towards us down the very road we were in need of going, in order to escape ourselves, this house, theses walls, those shadows. Black tidal waves to sweep us off our feet and carry us back to the beginning but, this time, were we at the advantage of being stronger than before?
I heard the monsters breathing, as the sought out our silenced souls. Way up high, we were, hurrying to shut the door in the face of danger. We sank below the range of view from the ground up, careful not to be seen by the shadows. We hid there, like we knew we could, and willed ourselves to mere whispers. They didn’t see us, like we feared they would. And we had fallen asleep during our time of waiting; waiting for night to pass so that the light might show us the way out of such a darkened place.
“It’s okay now, they’re gone” I said.
“Let’s go then” you replied.
We climbed down from the higher altitude and traveled down the crumbling hallways. Together, we had slept the night over into day, where the sun was now the ruler. It was our very plan to gather out things to prepare for our journey outside these walls. In the basement, we packed our closest sentiments alongside our basic necessities, with no exact knowledge of any possible weapon that could save us from our demise. We had to be quick, as darkness comes quickly and we are of so very few. Shadows danced around us, running up and down the stairs, listening for the sound of our hearts beating; bass-beat of life.
With our bags half full of hopeful heroines we embraced the basement door at the top of the basement stairs. Outside the window, the wide road stretched out for miles; and why did it seem so far away?
“Hurry, it’s not time to wait, they know we are hiding down here.”
I turned and stared into your eyes, reading your lost fury and worry that was being suppressed by anxious words. And back to the window, as if to seal the whole deal, we watched as an army of shadows chased away the day, and raced to be the first to enter our hiding place. Because life is only fair, they respectively traveled towards us down the very road we were in need of going, in order to escape ourselves, this house, theses walls, those shadows. Black tidal waves to sweep us off our feet and carry us back to the beginning but, this time, were we at the advantage of being stronger than before?
Comments
u write that hun?
missyS
yup, i wrote that.
Intersessa
AwesomeIntersessa You always captivate my attention with your talent for writing
AZVegan
always a little stronger in some way... so frustrating tho.
J4A