Here Lies the Snow Leopard...

...curled, covered, camoflauged in the deep snow of the Himalayas; wrapped in her tail is an old weathered book - faded and cracked leather binding, pages flimsy with age peeking out from the cover.

"I came for the book" you say.

The Snow Leopard scoffs, breath misting the frozen air in an irritated huff. "So you have," she sighs.

She unfurls her thick protective tail, slowly, as if the action pains her; and in a way it does - to reveal this tightly kept secret to you.

You bow to her gratefully - you've ached to uncover the book for so long now...

You pick it up gingerly, as if cradling a limp sleeping baby. Finally! The mystery is right in your own hands.

Tenderly, you lift the worn cover and read...

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Sunday, April 18, 2010

To: Tarri


 

I've been bad.

I made a terrible mistake. I hurt my angel.
I wounded mercilessly with selfish, selfish words. How human of me.
I hate that. I am so. And yet I can't. Stop it.

[Just stop]

I hurt her. I hurt HER. How could I?
My baby, my princess, my darling. And yet, and yet -
The holes in my soul are the words I said to her.

What a foolish, pitiful being that said those things.
How desperate, small, cruel.

My dear,
You had been led
To believe I didn't care.
The fault is my own.

I've ignored
Taken advantage of
Taken for granted
Forgotten to cherish
the precious being that is you

We exist in a different world, you and I,
We're not quite like the rest of them.
We are together, always (itsumo)
And so,

I love you
I'm sorry.

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