The Impossible

I wish to speed off on an endless track where obstacles don't exist. Read minds without any talents. To live in a never ending fairytale where flowers are golden and man are nothing but perfect, far from the ones in reality, instead, ones that may possibly teach me the meaning of love. To experience the absence of white lies is what I crave. I need to be at a land where fantasies are hired and nightmares are fired. I wish for the unreal to be real, and the term "too good to be true" to be less feared. To be blown by the wind, to let it take the lead, and to let it bring me wherever it intends to. Have wings so that I could flee in the direction that might grant me my bittersweet intentions. These were the last train of thoughts I had embraced while on my deathbed, inhaling my last and longest breath.



Written by,
Juria Hartmans



*Picture taken from : http://ericfitzgerald.com/img/fine_art/art_1995_007_MyDeadman_smal.jpg

Shooting Star

She was short of breath as it was unbearable, irrational, insanity towards the current situation. Idiotic more than anything, really. Such a strange scent had managed to give her emotional unstability. A black suit, made out of the best of all the best material one could ever ask for. It was hanging on him, in a perfect manner that is. She was mesmerized more than anything. It was like a gentle hypnosis to her. This has been happening to her every morning, starts around the hour of eight in the morning. If only he knew, knew about how he fascinates her. She was just a clerk, in other words nothing when compared to him as he was the leader, the boss. He gets all her attention from the point that he sets his foot out of the car. His black leather shoes shining, reflecting the sunlight. She tries her best to impress him by wearing lovely makeup at just the right amount to make her stand out from the crowd. Sometimes, she makes him great morning coffee. All the while, her effort was left unnoticed till one day, she tripped in front of him. All the perfection turned into a big misunderstanding, in which we may call an embarassing moment. The other workers were laughing their socks off but he, the goddess gave her his hand and pulled her up. From that day on, he started talking to her, realising her beauty and not forgetting her personality that serves up to perfection everytime. They were drowning in love and compassion. Her wish came true. It was a wish that was made when a star shot off from the sky. He had been her one and only wish since she first laid her green eyes on him. The impossible evolved into reality.




Not based on a true story, just my random imagination.




Written by,
Juria Hartmans