.:Dreams and Swords:.

Foolish Girl

Numbness, my sweet friend, come join me in a game of chess.

The coldness has come, left, only to return. It a different kind of coldness, the one where you feel as if someone has just stepped on your grave. I had a moment tonight, well... more like an hour of growing fear. In the end I prayed as a waited for the phone to ring. Minutes turn to hours. Rings take a lifetime. The heart beats a rapid tattoo in my chest.

The ending was comical - I could sense it logically - but my body still hasn't come down. The tears keep falling no matter much I want them not to. I don't cry, but this... Call it relief, leftover panic, whatever.

How I feel just like a foolish girl, standing on the curbside while waiting for the ride that never comes.