September 21, 2006
Save the last dance (for me)
He collapsed to the ground as if part of his dance routine. She laughs softly.
Slowly like sand, the atmosphere darkens, the winds whispering, as if to say, your time is up bringing with it the musk of death, and lightly, blows him away - like sand. The sight of him getting weaker and weaker as he raises his hands, as if asking for help. He's disappearing ; slowly.
"Today..? You chose today?" his wife said, her smile disappearing.
He tried to be there for her always ; but it was his time to go.
Well basically, as of what I remember from my dream, these two are a rather old but young looking couple. The wife was dying, and this man wanted to be there for her always(or at least till the day she dies). Because she wants to enjoy herself for the rest of her life, they both joined a dance class and they were a happy couple. This is their 23rd class or else it was the 23rd of that month. But halfway through, the guy dies before she does. Where was I? I think I was a little child in the dance studio, somewhere.
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Damn I'm good. Don't ask me where this came from. I don't know either. It's just the exerpt from the last few seconds of my dream. I think I should go make a play out of it. Stupid influx of brain juice. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I hate it, sometimes I suprise myself, sometimes I scare myself. I just found it so damn touching I want to cry.
Tell me, how many people actually cherish the ones they love before it's too late?
Now it's 8.18am. (Of course I didn't take that long to type this, I just decided to take a bath in between this post.) Which also means, I'm gonna arrive 18minutes(or more) later in class.
-nIx- @ [[7:25 AM]]
Save the last dance (for me)
He collapsed to the ground as if part of his dance routine. She laughs softly.
Slowly like sand, the atmosphere darkens, the winds whispering, as if to say, your time is up bringing with it the musk of death, and lightly, blows him away - like sand. The sight of him getting weaker and weaker as he raises his hands, as if asking for help. He's disappearing ; slowly.
"Today..? You chose today?" his wife said, her smile disappearing.
He tried to be there for her always ; but it was his time to go.
Well basically, as of what I remember from my dream, these two are a rather old but young looking couple. The wife was dying, and this man wanted to be there for her always(or at least till the day she dies). Because she wants to enjoy herself for the rest of her life, they both joined a dance class and they were a happy couple. This is their 23rd class or else it was the 23rd of that month. But halfway through, the guy dies before she does. Where was I? I think I was a little child in the dance studio, somewhere.
-----
Damn I'm good. Don't ask me where this came from. I don't know either. It's just the exerpt from the last few seconds of my dream. I think I should go make a play out of it. Stupid influx of brain juice. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I hate it, sometimes I suprise myself, sometimes I scare myself. I just found it so damn touching I want to cry.
Tell me, how many people actually cherish the ones they love before it's too late?
Now it's 8.18am. (Of course I didn't take that long to type this, I just decided to take a bath in between this post.) Which also means, I'm gonna arrive 18minutes(or more) later in class.
-nIx- @ [[7:25 AM]]
