After And Before The StormA by AekmyShowers always do me in. The cold water running, sprinting over every cell in my body makes me crave more. And I always feel beautiful in the Controlled Rain Cell. Realizing beauty has blessed and visited you is the first and second step to becoming beauty. That feeling, That princess, ballerina feelings is like a first kiss (Not that I’ve had on of those before) Silk skin is a dream I have very often. If only cats and dogs understood the pain I feel. Running, running from myself, from my skin. If a kiss was a letter the post office would be full and closed. Okay skinny.
Retrieving from the CRC - Controlled Rain Cell - is the hard part. Without God’s water traveling over me, I come back to reality and is faced with the impossible task of Looking into my reflection. Skinny isn’t an adjective in my box. Imperfect pretty, but not beautiful on gorgeous. The CRC beckons me to fll its empty presence. Please. Not this. Oh how can I resist? “Just walk Aaron, just run away to gorgeous fields where the birds love to play.” Crashing, crashing, down. Now. Run past – Give in to It all. Tears cannot hide my fears for these eyes show no lies. And this document tells you of a life inside of me. Taking Over. © 2009 AekmyAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on May 20, 2009 Last Updated on May 29, 2009 AuthorAekmyThere is beauty is uniqueness. Embrace the strange or perish in the ordinary.About"Leaving the page of the book carelessly open, something unsaid, the phone off the hook and the love, whatever it was, an infection. - Anne Sexton" more..Writing
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