a [loud] lullaby: So I Loved the Death

and i would sing you a loud lullaby. when you hover aside and fall asleep. and when you drift in dreams... my loud lullaby will keep you awake.

So I Loved the Death

Published Monday, September 27, 2004 by yani patrik | E-mail this post

Well... this is all I can afford to write...

Just hope that you guys can enjoy it...

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So I Loved the Death

Myra stood in front of that red shaded door. Although it has been a daily activity for Myra over this past month…she still hesitating, should she knock the door or just stands there…? Knowing that the answer might remains the same.

The room was so quiet, just to stands there is enough torturing. Right now she felt like in the middle of a two-way mirror and as she stands between them, the mirrors forming images that have no end. She snaps herself from the flow of unconsciousness. Then she knocks the door smoothly...

Seconds ticking... yet no answer or so... Myra knew that the door is unlocked, as it always did. She swiftly turns the knob…. Then, gloomy air floated out of the room.

And all she needs was a glance and she knew Patrik wasn’t there. Inhaling the gloomy air she cried…. Oh, how she missed him so much…. You can call it as a tendency of every mother alive on this earth.

Myra steps in, almost jinks as she always does when entering his sons room. Pulled the chair out and sits there, examining every single picture on the wall. His son has excellent eyes at capturing moments… a picture of an old merchants is on the top of his son pilled up pictures....

to be continued...

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I wrote this as a gift to a friend, who finally understands, and forgiving my slip out some time ago... she’s much more genius in anyway if both of us were dropped into a comparison.... :)

Some people said that we become the lord on a scrap of paper... but I’m not trying to pull anything out of it. I just want to write... not more not less. So... let me enlighten you people !!!

Line of the day : "....like smoke on the fire... like dust on the mirror..."
( Linda Hunt ; The Year of Living Dangerously )

1 Responses to “So I Loved the Death”

tribalscribe on 9:10 PM

Yeah, I rather like that one. Quite a haunting feeling...I could just see it all as it was happening, as if i was up against the wall, in the same room, just invisibly watching the mother... There are people out there like that, who have lost a loved one and who keeps the memory of them around, especially when entering such a room - so enveloped in feelings, hearing their voice through photographs, to see someone's face every place that they walk in...I love the beginning lines you wrote. "...a daily activity ......she still hesitating.........should she knock the door or just stands there…? Knowing that the answer might remains the same." *great job so far my friend :D* Miss Sephira