The Boundary

An excerpt from my would be novel.

In the darkness I sat, perched, watching her from afar.  Through the window I could see her brow knit in sincerity, her lip bit in concentration. With a sigh, I thought to myself,"Such a will in this one."

And she writes:

Why is it we can never say what we mean?  I'm always cursing this repression. There is no honor in all this restraint. We're always stopping short of glory, but you already know, despite all this poise and reverence, there's nothing pious about me. You've always been all the heaven I ever needed.  Wish you'd just be reckless with me, not just with our hearts, but in our actions, for there can be no liberation in confinement. Often I fear that my awakening didn't come soon enough, that we missed our window for indulgence. As I sit at the crossroads and run my fingers through the grit, I draw faces with my feet, towing the line.  My eyes search the constellations as if they know where to go from here. Somehow, I know you can hear me.

As she tucks her leather bound book into her satchel, she looks up and out as if she senses me here, but I know this darkness envelopes me, and she hasn't recognized me in centuries.  On occasion when I have gone to her in dreams she embraces me, without knowing what possess her to do so. How could she know what has led us to this? Even still, sometimes it's as if she knows. I see that flash of recognition in her eyes now, and then it's gone.

Reviews

[Lorry]

An intriguing insert indeed. Asking why we can never say what we mean could be an epic tome by itself, as we, and by we, I mean I (I ain't taking the blame alone), must have that particular question if not top of our thoughts than at the very least in the top ten. I think we should hear more from her journal :)

[Comewhatevermay]

Thank you for the suggestion. I'm working on it... slowly but surely.

[Lorry]

slowly slowly catchy monkey :)

[Comewhatevermay]

Had to look that one up. Only greedy thing about me is my reckless heart of which I mostly withhold. Hence the need to write. Gets out all the emotion in a constructive way so that at least it counts for something.

[Lorry]

aww, sorry...thought that was a universal saying. Means slow and steady wins the race, a bit like the tortoise and the hare. Next time, just say to me "ah dinnae ken whit yer slverin' aboot!" and I shall explain.
ps....ah dinnae ken whit yer slaverin' aboot!" means excuse me, but I'm afraid I don't quite understand what your saying :)
pps...typing that just made my spellcheck shoot himself :)

[Comewhatevermay]

Lol like reading an Irvine Welsh novel, except I think he's Scottish.

[Lorry]

....Me too :)