Tuesday, September 13, 2005
The world is changing. I see you coming like an infinite bumble bee. Bumble bee? What the... LOL To the Greeks, beauty is a virtue: a kind of excellence. Iamverytired.
She stood there unmoving even as undaunting strangers closed in while he retreated. Dark circles of fatigue formed round her eyes like never ending circles. The dead-lock and limp hair hung over her shoulders. She's there. Standing. Looking. Lifeless. And then, almost suddenly, without any second thoughts, she followed him. All the way. In the dark, gloomy alleys. Along the corridors. As she stood, leaning against the asphalt wall of his corridor, he saw her. Through the peep hole. Of the oak door. In the house. An apartment. Intimidated by her presence, he squatted behind the door. Closed his eyes. He could hear the heavy human breath outside. No doubt was he frightened, he was surprised by her endurance. She hasn't been eating for the past few days. Only keen on following him. The truth was that he not only took away the girl's wizened old grandfather, but also stole her family's wealth. Grave mistake, big guy. Demons of insomnia hunted him. Nightmares of the girl constantly repeated itself each time he fell asleep.... 'Click. Click' Two shots and still alive. He was betting his life on a revolver. Russian roulette, they call it. Clearly, he wasn't keen on living either. 'Click.' The final shot.