A Story about a Girl
17 November 2005 08:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timpeltjeThis is a story about a girl.
She came to me in a dream some time ago but I forgot her in another one (which had cock, I'm sure). I met her again some nights ago and I hope to see her again tonight. She was tiny, had the most perfect complexion which had softness all over it and she smiled at me. Beautiful smile of honesty bringing a tear to my sleeping soul. By saying very few words, she had seen through me with her emotional intelligence not matched by anyone living in daytime. She analysed me, hugged me for my sweet soul, thus incinerating my cold exterior in a second. I didn't feel a need to tell her anything; persons get drawn to each other just like that, not through poetry or song, but through this. Her efforts of calming my spirit are far more fruitful than anyone else's. It is something I do not feel I should tell her. She opens my mind anyway making those words redundant.
She tells me things now, more and more. It's about her, what she wants to achieve in life, what she'll do with herself. Her plans contain hidden messages for me to decipher. After a while, I understood what she was doing: she was guiding me. By showing her confidence, she reflected it on to me in this way outlining a plan for me. She tells me about my escape routes, about my options, my shares, my wants and my future. She tells me she based her analyses on the blueprint of my soul. I kiss her lips thankfully.
Comforted, my dreamed self goes to sleep holding her. She dozes off secured, still smiling lovingly.
I'll invite her again tonight. There is so much she still has to teach me.
She came to me in a dream some time ago but I forgot her in another one (which had cock, I'm sure). I met her again some nights ago and I hope to see her again tonight. She was tiny, had the most perfect complexion which had softness all over it and she smiled at me. Beautiful smile of honesty bringing a tear to my sleeping soul. By saying very few words, she had seen through me with her emotional intelligence not matched by anyone living in daytime. She analysed me, hugged me for my sweet soul, thus incinerating my cold exterior in a second. I didn't feel a need to tell her anything; persons get drawn to each other just like that, not through poetry or song, but through this. Her efforts of calming my spirit are far more fruitful than anyone else's. It is something I do not feel I should tell her. She opens my mind anyway making those words redundant.
She tells me things now, more and more. It's about her, what she wants to achieve in life, what she'll do with herself. Her plans contain hidden messages for me to decipher. After a while, I understood what she was doing: she was guiding me. By showing her confidence, she reflected it on to me in this way outlining a plan for me. She tells me about my escape routes, about my options, my shares, my wants and my future. She tells me she based her analyses on the blueprint of my soul. I kiss her lips thankfully.
Comforted, my dreamed self goes to sleep holding her. She dozes off secured, still smiling lovingly.
I'll invite her again tonight. There is so much she still has to teach me.
