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Thursday, February 17, 2005

Satyra

when the landscape sprouts thick jungles, miles of plains and when deadly archers, kissing zombies, 12 feet tall monsters and the fast depleting group of heroes start materialising from another plane of thought, i like to bring people in.
the latest is Satyra (not long before her, Fre] someone from school. she is an awesome addition. it's been a while since i get to bring anyone in. it's because of the strict membership i guess. only few people tend to come alive in the landscape and most of them are girls. people i feel for. those whom i think rank among the most beautiful on earth.

days before her class today, we journeyed far across the landscape and into each other. she knew me for what i am and i knew her for the person she refused to see. we ran through forests, conversed with elves and warrows and giants, fought red eyed mammoths, fell off cliffs, shared thousands of fires and stories, learned awful lessons and rub shoulders with legendary heroes who walk earth as just about anyone; mailman, beggar, cleaner, soldier, tramp. it was amazing. we had so much fun and learned so many things. she even fell in love. [with one of the gentlest of the Wild Folk, Warryn] weird match i must say.

so it near well cracked my heart and bit a puncture in my soul when she didn't even spare a glance at me when i strutted nonchalantly into class today late. i slumped into my seat and looked at my hand which was wounded only a few hours ago, trying to stop an arrow that was aiming for her. she bandaged it herself.
my hand was perfectly unscarred. a little sweaty maybe but unharmed.

i forget all the time. the body forgets. she forgets. time continues to drip.

she barely recognised me. or anyone around her. that is why i'm so intrigued by her. she travels through the Gates like i do. i wonder if she knows. and she's as beautiful as she is far.
stubornly i kept my eyes away from her and gave her a defiant gaze whenever her eyes fell on me. but i have a feeling. somehow she just knows.

i watched her walk briskly out of class with the grace of an archer [which is what she is in the landscape] and cleared my things. i guess i'll see you later Satyra.
Posted by NHJ 2/17/2005 07:04:00 pm