Saturday, May 3, 2008//1:42 PM
..AndSheContinuedHerHikeUp
They wouldn't cease. Those glorious, vibrant thoughts; too bright, too impossible that they almost became nightmares. Taunts of the impossible. But she realised something. It wasn't the root that affected her. It was the idea that ached.
But alas! She found the perfect candidate to help it. And she knew that the root was happy too. "Please let the glorious yellows cease," she prayed. All she wanted was to continue the hike and she actually liked the perfect candidate. Really. She even went to lengths to tell herself that if anybody didn't like the arrangement, she would defend it.
"But would I have the strength?"
"But anything's better than dreaming so wonderfully untouchable."
Just then, a note flew in. "But wasn't motivation the root to hike?"
Lassie, its time to bite the bullet again. Ahh, crud.