marți, 9 aprilie 2013

Steps.

Lying on the cold square  floor ,lost in thoughts ,simply admiring the ceilings for their  shadowy performance with her eyes fixed on a  dull spot  ,channelizing her aspirations and the unspeakeble atrocities..
Life was usually dull and predictable ..but not with her...In the blind silence she thought that she was pretty convinced that the air was musty just for being enclosed because she knew that her figure is defined by the light...
As the door was opening ,two points of light quivered in her cold eyes .He was tall ,stiff dignified ,with a trembling smile he glared at her ,speechless but in a moment of desparation his name sprang to her lips ...
Who was she fooling?"She knew nothing about passion"...

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