The last dance

Just one last dance . . .

before you leave this world -

this time you should have listened

to the screams in your head

and not to the exaggerated pounding of your heart!

Now it´s only him and you,

your body against his in gentle movements,

a polite smile now and then,

the special sparkling in your eyes.

What you didn´t know when you agreed and took his hand,

with the end of the music,

your last breath will be taken,

your last step will be made,

and you will leave this world.
Forever.

- A short story - (or let it be a poem) - about dancing with the death in person. When a dance is the last thing you experience on this world, before you leave . . . 

And I finally was able to finish the first chapter of Eternal Twilight. To be found in my DevArt Gallery! 

However, . . . with love, Eileen.

Left in the rain, my wish.

A single raindrop crushes against my window, lingers for just a moment, to see what it misses: the warmth of a steady home, not just an illusion in the rain. Moments later the raindrop has to leave again, continuing to fall down, not knowing where it'll end its journey. All of it just to start all over again eventually.

The little girl stares into the rain, wishing to run out of the house - outrun the walls which seem to move with every step she takes - on her bare foot and dance like she never danced before. She wants to escape her safe cage and feel the freedom on her skin, taste it in her mouth, enjoy it, make it last.

One day she opens the window, invites the rain inside. She starts to dance to the music no-one else can hear. The raindrops will follow, settle in her hair and then continue crushing around her - yet both found what they dreamed of ever since: 

Never ending freedom, which leaves nevertheless someplace to return to.

Cold.

It´s finally weekend! - 

Why? Damn it! I hate having a cold! *snif* 

The good thing: You have more time to spent.

The bad thing: You can´t spent that time cuz you are busy to be sick and feel miserable!

... at least it´s just a cold and I wish badly that I get over it quickly. It sucks to write class tests et cetera when all you can focus on is your nose teasing you. 

I tried to write further at the religion project, but did not get much done. Although I could drink tea during that lesson, yay (I love tea ^^) 

I am still worried about my history presentation... I don´t want to mess it up. Doing my best has to be enough. 

However, I am tinkering with the thought of continuing a story I started like a good year ago, and when I finished it, translating into English... maybe when my other projects are finished? 

I´ll get back to bed now,

with a few sneezes...

Eileen

Inspiration.

Art is like air to me, a pen the air in my lungs. Without writing, I can't breathe.

I decided on working harder - moar -  and doing my best until I can say: Whoa.

My current projects are . . . 

 

° the love story - [ no title yet ], 

a collaboration with my Yuki 

° Eternal Twilight, 

"What if you'd have the power to rule the world hidden in your heart?"

° When the  masquerade crumbles, - 

"When destiny leaves you no choice, 6 months to live your life."

(for a religion school's project)

I am hoping to move on, increase my style - it's finally time to believe in the words I write! 

If you want to check out my other work (which includes my photography, ... ) visit my DeviantArt Gallery

Eileen.