Þetta er mín fyrsta smásaga:)..eða frekar einsog smá furðu frásögn eiginlega… ég veit að það eru villur og svoleiðis í þessu,það bregst alldrei í mínu tilfelli.Og ég veit líka að það koma ekki margar enskar sögur hérna inn en mig langaði nú samt að prufa og sjá hvernig er tekið í þessa:)





A broken silence wisper.

Through the purple welwet sky´s,Gliding with a soothing breeze.
I can hear a broken silence whisper,wery insecure but gently seeking my answers.
A whisper from a far away place is speaking my name that only “she”,
the one that walks amongst my thought knows.So it makes me wonder who and where she is.
Is it me?A new angle of myself approaching?
Or is it she,the one i seek fiercly without a single knowledge of her beeing?
Now i feel shes coming closer,she IS somwhere near.A lightning
crashes in my head,leaving me unconcius of myself.As it strikes,
my soul rises and tears herself away,quicly grabing me and pulling
me up from my owerloaded body.She IS close and my soul just wont
await me anylonger.I was frosen in the steps i had been taking but
with hasitation i now tahe my first true steps into the world.
We´re getting stronger,holding each others hands,fearing no longer.
Now after surfacing the world,finally i am close enough to
sence the aroma of my silence wisper,my wild flower in the far.

In your silence,is there space for me?
As i drift closer,does your insecurity fade?
and are your leaves falling for me one at a time,my dear fragile
flower in the far?Or do you maby cary one to many scars for me to heal with endless desires?
If so i promis to be loyal to you and to your garden ill be chastity forever.
So please,i do sence you are near.Just come to me and show me
your developing world that hides within you.And i will flip sides
as soon as you let me in,so i can be with you.

Now you show yourself.
I see you there,using your fears to disguise your eyes.Why?
Dont you see that it brings tears to mine?Dont you know that
you have got mie hipnotised,nutralised in your abbysal silence?
If you let me i will animate you.You only have to say these words
anyway you choose to puzzle them together,and ill lend you the
other hand of my soul.She will swipt us up to the dome of the purple welvet sky´s.
Up to that devine state of selfbeeing and help us both to stabilize the divinity of your self.
So will you? Or do you want to drown in your own mind,in your broken silence?

Without hasitation she put her hand out to me,and my soul captured her.
In that moment she spoke the first,and her last words of not yet touced,rose red lips.
And as soon as the words ran out on her tounge,all of her leafs
fell into my arms and decomposed there,right before my eyes.
As i stand here with eyes filling up with tears,i curse myself for ewer
beliving that she could ewer be found,and kept at the same time.
My soul smiled,held my heart and pointed to my head.
I suddenly realised the words she said:

For a place in YOUR silens i whould do anything Angelica….

Angelica is the name that only “she”,the one that walks around in my head knows…..