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There was a false sense of hurried panic buzzing in the air. It was warm and smothering and
she walked steadily attempting to pause time, trying to calm the others as she was calm. Yet, the hustle and bustle continued
and they ran and scurried with a sense of urgency that she understood but did not revel in equally. She was alone amongst
hundreds.
But as quickly as they had turned to notice her, drinking in her composure only
momentarily, they shunned her once more, drawing back with their selfish steel trap minds shutting out everything not seen
as the greater good for the self.
Although their eyes viewed the outside world, the windows
to their souls easily became mirrors for their egos. Boisterously comparing "war" stories, brandishing fists in the air as
every battle of their sacred lives was reenacted with a tad more limelight shed on center stage than Father Time or Mother
Earth had originally witnessed things to be.
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And fighting her urge to be dismissive,
to yell out at them and bring to light their flaws, denying her craving, her need to be savage and to just once, be intolerant
of something... to scowl at every shortcoming; she kept silent. In spite of the feeling
welling up inside of her, she kept silent. And she smiled as they passed, knowing they thought her a saint... if only they
heard her thoughts as her smile vanished from their passing eyes. Yet, there was one who still found her saintly, even with
voice speaking coldly in private... but he loved her and for that, all of his tolerance and angelic visions of her were rendered
inconclusive for he was biased in love.
But his love did cover and oversee her vast shortcomings...
for as nice as she seemed, she despised them all. She hated them and he was the only one who heard any of it. And equally,
she found it painlessly easy to overlook his flaws.
He loved her most... he loved her hardest
and would bear with her when all others failed her like countless other times before. And she loved him, though she was black
toward so many, she loved him. And she thought it amusing how he looked past her misgivings but could not see past his own.
So they were perfect for each other, neither understanding how they came to be in the presence of such a non-jaded lover,
but both loving the fact that things were as they were and were going to be as they were going to be... two who saw themselves as fatally flawed demons among men. But to each other, their sins were violent
storms across foreign seas affecting them only as a breeze when they finally reached the shores of home.
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Frustrations of work and personal demons aside, all I have to offer is the ink soaked thoroughly into paper... my mind's last
sane outlet.
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