From the deep womb of my mind, she waited to emerge. Though I was oblivious to her actions, she seeped her way through. She was my conscious. She lost me in her words, a melody to my soul. Like a little bird, she perched nearby, and sang her thoughts till I made them my own. She made me strong when I was weak. She made me say, feel and do things which I thought was not possible. She was there for me when I was alone. Trapped. Forgotten. She knew all the right things to say. She eased my pain, my stress, and kept me sane. I've kept her to myself for so long. Now she has finally broken free. Her heart beats in my chest. Her blood flows through my veins. She is the darkest and lightest parts of me- or whatever is left of me. From her former shadows, she can finally tell you the words and emotions I dare not speak or share. Here are her stories...


Zipporah's Chronicles.



Thursday, July 1, 2010

Never thine; Never mine; Never Us.


Once I realized that him and I could never be together, that he would never want to be more than what we were, I should have ended it... In most cases, I would just be happy with him in my life. But this wasn't one of those cases. I knew I wouldn't be able to have him near, to hear his voice, to see him, knowing that he wasn't mine. I would die a little more inside everytime. But I can't blame him. In the end, it is my fault.
I opened up my heart...
I fell in too deep...
I fell in love...
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