SHE (standard:romance, 288 words)
Author: KShaw	Added: Aug 17 2005	Views/Reads: 3475/3	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The muse... she's out there, somewhere, asking all the questions.

She has the broken heart of a lost writer, the sensitivity of a song
maker, and the indecency of a tramp. She starts out mid ocean, or some 
other place far off, and rushes headlong to meet with me and disperse 
her rains. A damaged soul, yes, but at heart truly beautiful. I feel 
there is no ordinary woman here, a white witch maybe, needing an ounce 
of grated frog's powder, or a sky filled with storms. I feel the child 
in her, the whimsical need for affection and admiration to heal her 
pain. 

She is two people; her own thoughts often someone else's, her life a
mimicry of another, her passion more out of comic book than real life. 
I was once curious to see beneath the mask, join in the merry 
masquerade, me the fool, and her the knave. Wondering what a galaxy of 
women I'd find.  What pains have been shared, passed on, and blamed. 
What shameful day is she trying to forget, and in so doing wanting to 
heal others? She is like a child that steals kisses and runs off, 
boisterous and unruly, offering love as if she were twenty, while on a 
different day lacking independence, crying as if she has lost her way 
then running headlong to be with me. 

She believes in one with one, one on one, and no other arrangements is
acceptable to her.... but how could she believe that anyway... for she 
once lived in a passion that passed for 'love' in the eyes of the 
world. 

I could know her, for she is truly beautiful, even if she can sometimes
fill a sky with storms, which I'm certain she can. 

I know, for 'she' is me. 


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