Jigyasa’s Comments (group member since May 11, 2015)

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I'm not familiar with it,I'll check it out. Thanks :)

Yes that's about what was in my mind when i came up with it.. i decided it was best left free for interpretation

I want to write about dark things, not the kind that lurks under little children’s beds or the ones tucked inside the little too quiet alleys. The kind of dark I want to write about is the one inside us, all of us. The kind you can’t run from, because it’s a part of you, because it is you. The evil you feel but hide inside you, to keep from being called strange… misfit. I want to tug at every one of those strings inside you, if you let me and I know you will. That’s the thing. It yearns for somebody to tug it. I don’t quite know why, maybe so you can have a reason other than yourself for bringing it out. That way you can hide behind me, call me the strange one. But you know it and I know it, it exists within you, thumping through your veins.
Who are you when no one’s looking? Does anyone else know that you? Would you let them? And if you did, would they back away from you? Would they stay and show you theirs? Do you dare to find out?

As she stands on the edge of the cliff, she embraces the cold wind that blows at her, tugging at her long overcoat behind her. Her arms folded, her eyes closed. Strands of her hair carress her face while the rest dances with the wind. Her face looks peaceful, serene
Taking slow deep breaths as though in meditation and slowly, almost dreamily, she opens her eyes. Her long eyelashes flutter at the blowing wind before revealing her beautiful hazel eyes.
There is a breathtaking view ahead of her- the mountains, the forests, the houses that look like pieces of toys, but she isn't looking at them. Her mind is clear of any thoughts, she feels light, she feels free.
Her hands unfold and reach sideways, as if she were a bird about to take flight. The wind blows, now, into her, as if daring her. Her eyes close again as she draws in a deep breath.
She sees a face, his face and at once a hint of smile perks up the corners of her rich, pink lips. He is smiling at her, his eyes warm, welcoming. Her smile widens and the wind howls and blows, celebrating that smile. His arms reach out for her, he's calling her and she must, she must go, there's no way to refuse. His warm embrace is awaiting her, his smell, his taste, his love.
There is an invisible bond and she is drawn to him. The wind is now cheering, cheering for them to become one.
Strands of her hair that curl beneath her earlobe shifts as though the wind has whispered something to her and she giggles. Her soft laughter echoes in the vast cliff. But he is not smiling anymore, he begins to withdraw his arms. Her smile disappears, her forehead is beginning to crease.
"No!" she wants to scream, but she knows he can't hear her. He is starting to turn away, he is leaving without her. Her arms reach forward to stop him, she takes a step towards him and she's falling, the wind embracing her, pulling her, dancing around her. Her arms are still reaching forward and her eyes show fear as they open. But there's a light, a beautiful strand of light and it soothes her, it calms her. She knows it'll lead her to him.
Her eyes become peaceful again and glisten with fresh tears of joy. She watches the light grow and it grows till it surrounds her, till it becomes her and there's no more fear, just him waiting for her.