Her story lay not in the ink filled lines of a notebook or in the rhyming of her poems. They exist in the gaps between her words, in the hyphen between sentences and in the full stop following a phrase. Her story, she embedded in the midst of Beauty, hoping, wishing, someone would wonder enough to decipher the coded darkness floating between them.
Alas, her story lay in vain…
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That is a stunning photo you chose. The use of the colors and the darkness, just stunning. Your writing underneath it is the perfect accompaniment.
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Thank You jade! I love the image above too 😄
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So, no one able to decode her inner thoughts. That is actually the case for all those who would live life in the deeper layers than portrayed on “legally blonde” for example. In these depths, you have to find your own oxygen to breathe or you will choke. Again, the need for self-empowerment. Apart from that… from a feeling perspective, comes across as very sad and filled with desperate longing, a longing that obviously doesn’t get satisfied.
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No one sadly. Haha, I never watched legally blonde. It’s just that longing of what someone to know her enough.
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Beautiful words!
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Thank you very much Nashrah 😊
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So very true…life is lived between the words and lines in what is often not said. Beautifully captured.
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Exactly. Thank you very much. 😊
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You are welcome 🙂
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Beautiful piece and great writing.
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Thank you very much Ebby. Glad you think so 😄
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Hauntingly beautiful!! And perfect picture to go with it!!
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Thank you. That picture is just beautiful 😍
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This is wonderful!
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Thank you very much Pj.
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My pleasure!
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Great write Ameena. It flowed nicely. 😊💕
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Aw thank you very much Stacy 😄
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You’re more than welcome Ameena.
🙂 ❤
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You have left me speechless in a few simple words. “… In the gaps between her words…” Thank you for sharing. ❤
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Aw, thank you by much Allie. I’m glad you felt that way about this pier of mine. Sorry for my late reply. 🙂
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Beautiful it is 🙂 no words !
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Thank you very much Sis 😊
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Signs screaming for some notice of people who surround. Yet no one said a word, this is always the story of so many victims of abuse, suicide, depression and many more ills. Say something…
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It is! But sometimes, they have such good cover, making the darkness much harder to decipher.
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Many ways to look at “Her Story” – the protagonist. The species, homo sapiens, is gregarious indeed, but it cannot be trusted to understand, to be compassionate without judgment and everybody has an agenda. Many victims of abuse, etc., suffer as much at the hands of a system that purports to “help” as they do from their abusers and they hide. When a wild animal is wounded it doesn’t trumpet its problem to others for sympathy and help, it knows better. It hides and heals itself, or it dies, alone. There is a part or us that remains at that level. I know I have that. I’ve always taken care of my own health and healed myself of wounds and diseases and abuse by withdrawing and running away. No drugs, no doctors, no hospitals, no shrinks, no police. I know the time is coming when my immune system isn’t going to cope anymore: bodies are finite and I accept that. Passing will be short and relatively painless because the mind, the consciousness, will allow the body to die. Victims are weak, ashamed, frightened and they hide it within themselves. That’s nature. Sadly, there is hardly anything natural left in the “man” species, hence its growing quest for artificial cures to its maladies and a skewed belief that “society” actually cares. It only cares when power and profit is gained over the victims it continues to victimize. There is an old saying from my birth country: “Pour vivre heureux, vivons caches.” (To live happy, live hidden.) This was probably coined during the great tribulations and wars of the dark ages in Europe but it remains just as true today.
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Sometimes it takes someone who has gone through a similar experience to recognize those subtle signs.
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Wow!
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Nice
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This one is unique
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Awww, thank you!❤️
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It’s true.. You’re welcome
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The way you write is to captivating. So beautiful. So on point. Loved it. 💓
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Awww, Thank you very much 😊. I appreciate it. 💕
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