Our words are what make us immortal. They live on while our bodies die, passed on throughout the ages. Saved forever for the world to hear and read. Our voices gone, no longer heard, but our words live on forever. ~Pammymcb~
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Trista Blue
"Looks like I'm here now! What did I have on my mind? It's too late to answer that now. Back home, I was really popular, always wanting attention that didn't belong to me. My admired beauty inspired many young girls. I still remember that day when the wreath of silver and brilliant stars was placed on my head. The crowd yelled happily, and I was so excited. The days, weeks, and months went on; and so did the excitement and attention. It slowed down and drew me down. I wasn't happy anymore. I wanted to be noticed. Jim told me things aren't that bad. I should have let him talk me out of it. He loved me and this is how I paid him back. I thought I could get attention if they found me in time. I turned on the most depressing music and lay in bed as the razor of torment drained my life slowly and painfully. I watched them put me here. Did I cry? Oh, yes! I cried as they sang my sweet song of death. Poor Jim, it wasn't his fault. He didn't find me in time. Every once and a while he'll stop and bring me a ruby red rose. I now realize I was wrong and wish I were still there. It's too late now, too late! It's even too late to say I'm sorry and I never told him I loved him. Here, we're all the same, and I'm not getting all the attention. Not even up there."
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