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The Room |
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Friendship - it's like a humming bird. Hold it too tight, value it too much, and you will crush it. Release your hold just a tiny bit too much, and it is gone forever. The
Room We
met in a large room. A
hundred hum-drum faces and
two hundred soul-less eyes. When
I saw her, I knew, the
flame of her spirit danced on my mind. Over
a hundred anonymous heads, her
beguiling presence demanded to be heard. Heard she was, and understood. Instant
soul mates sat and talked, oblivious
to the rantings of others. Her
every thought and opinion buried
itself deep within me. The
radiance of her being grew brighter still, yet
the room became strangely dark, as
her pain materialised, and
belly-crawled across the floor. The
serpent of misery was quickly slain, victim
to joy, intimacy and mutual respect. From
it’s ashes, an
altogether different beast was born. True
friendship is, they say, as
elusive and precious as pearls. Many
a promising shell is opened only
for its contents to disappoint or dismay. And
yet I have my pearl. As
perfectly round and flawless as
a natural gift can be, it’s
value; infinitely priceless. And
so I care for my treasure, protecting
it’s delicate surface as best I can. For
when one has found such a jewel, only
a fool would diminish it’s lustre. And
so to the room. That
field of mediocrity and lies that
grow like weeds unchecked. Within
that land is an occasional flower, a
prize bloom that elevates itself. I
thank my fortune, stopping awhile to
admire it’s intriguing beauty. For
beautiful it is and will always be to me. -oOo- |
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