Peter Gabriel: In your eyes
Darkness. So pervasive. It could enter the mind. Make one think... make one believe that which was so untrue. A travesty.A colum built of nothing. Nothing more that the lies, one silently whispered to oneself, or the shame, which, in reality, is little more than the lies someone else told you about yourself.
That you believed.
If only for a moment... however passing.
He had been in the darkness. So engulfing. So deafening. You shout. It shouts back. In the moment where he pressed into the darkness, and the darkness pressed back, he had had enough. It would not win. It would not deprive him. So he thought. He remembered the light. The shining sphere she held within her eyes. That glimmer might be enough He held it aloft. He went in search.
With each he found however, his light only grew brighter. Piercing back the engulfing darkness. They crawled. Ramshackle joints that had almost forgotten movement. That had wondered why they should. Yet he moved. He moved on. He searched for her. The knooks, the crannies. He would find her.
Her light as too precious.
Too.
Would she ever know?
Till he found the beauty. So desperate. She tried to hide. Almost. As if. She should hide. That which made her so much... so much more. She was not born to fit in. She was born to stand out.
Did she not know?
Did she not see?
In the light he had brought fir her? The illumination of beauty devastating. Her beauty tight. Forming... ever so... the tightness, the turn, the supple, pleasing... decimating... yet to pull close... so worth the price... to die...
...In the midst of living.
So she was.
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