Post by Diamond on Apr 27, 2013 5:31:09 GMT -5
Dear Diary:
I had the dream again. I'm sitting on a cloud, and the wind is blowing. I can tell because I can see the trees moving below, but I can't feel anything. It's cold up here. I'm sitting there, as if I were waiting for something and then I feel her land on the cloud with me.
I can't see her, but I know she's there. I can feel her, sitting there, quietly.
And she sits there. And I sit there. And I want to turn around and hug her so badly, but she doesn't hug me, ...so I figure she doesn't want to. So I won't, and I don't. And we sit there.
And there's no easy way of asking, and I don't know what she's going to say, But I know I have to ask, so I ask it anyway....
Why? Why did you leave me? What did I do wrong? Why can't I be your daughter?
And she ...she sorta has this musical voice, you know? Kind of like wind chimes. I like those.
She says I didn't do anything wrong, I was just a mistake. That's all. I can't be her daughter because she doesn't want to be a mother. You learn from mistakes, you don't love them. And then she leaves.
And I don't move, cause then all the tears will spill out. So I keep perfectly still on that cloud, until I wake up. Then I cry anyway.
~Diamond Dancer.
I had the dream again. I'm sitting on a cloud, and the wind is blowing. I can tell because I can see the trees moving below, but I can't feel anything. It's cold up here. I'm sitting there, as if I were waiting for something and then I feel her land on the cloud with me.
I can't see her, but I know she's there. I can feel her, sitting there, quietly.
And she sits there. And I sit there. And I want to turn around and hug her so badly, but she doesn't hug me, ...so I figure she doesn't want to. So I won't, and I don't. And we sit there.
And there's no easy way of asking, and I don't know what she's going to say, But I know I have to ask, so I ask it anyway....
Why? Why did you leave me? What did I do wrong? Why can't I be your daughter?
And she ...she sorta has this musical voice, you know? Kind of like wind chimes. I like those.
She says I didn't do anything wrong, I was just a mistake. That's all. I can't be her daughter because she doesn't want to be a mother. You learn from mistakes, you don't love them. And then she leaves.
And I don't move, cause then all the tears will spill out. So I keep perfectly still on that cloud, until I wake up. Then I cry anyway.
~Diamond Dancer.