Deaky

Leibe Kann Täuschen
2003-05-31 23:19:56 (UTC)

Dreamtime: Tutto sembrer� migliore alla luce che verra dal sole!

The great ceiling rose above me, a great glass barrier that
shone with a tint of green in the sunlight. On the ground,
however, were rows and rows of passageways and staircases --
though none tall enough to even halfway reach the ceiling
in the sky. Hoards of people walked by calmly and friendly
through the corridors, no familiar people in particular. I
can't remember why I was there other than I knew one
person, one person out of the thousands that I must grasp
when I can. His attention meant more to me than anything
in the world, and if I could find him, then just maybe my
chance would come out right.
He is a songbird with the most beautiful voice in all of
the world; famous, though happy in that he is not overhappy
nor very famous. He is beautiful, one of the most gorgeous
and unique faces in all of the world. His face is
elongated, shaped with large lips and eyebrows; with
gigantic eyes of liquid mass.
Hours and hours passed without trouble, the sun casting
shadows on opposite sides of the building. The faces were
neverending, as the crowd never ceased.
Finally, he appeared. He came through the crowd wearing
loose black pants and a red blouse, though it was not his
choice of garb that made him stand out. His radiance was
astounding -- his face seemed to glow as did his
countenance, his long fingers curled around the satchel he
held at his side. I ran to him, quietly slipping through
the crowd unnoticed, until I was standing beside him.
His name was Joshua Groban, and though I cannot remember
what it was exactly that I said to him--the next thing I do
remember is being in his apartment, on his bed, the bright
white sheets gently rippling in the draft.
We were standing -- I was admiring him -- and then a crash,
a loud one. Someone was in the bathroom, in the tub; but
who? Josh hurried to break the door open, but whoever was
in it was too fast -- he had managed to break out of the
window in time. Josh and I stared out from the window,
watching the man run away.
The next day, Joshua and I swam together in a lake; a lake
surrounded by uninhabited woodland, so beautiful and
peaceful in the cool summer.
The rest is silence.




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