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It was there I saw him. He had knelt in the dark, in the ignorance of the toxic feelings that surrounded him. I longed to be nearer.
I waited in the shadows and closed my eyes.
This is a story about a familiar place in my life, which could also be in yours. You see, I’m not really a writer, nor am I a story teller. But I have feelings and a pretty dramatic imagination, just like you, and I wanted to make it a little more interesting than simply writing down “I am depressed today†or “I am really happy today†on paper. And for the cynic in you, whatever it is you choose to loath, go and loath some more. I know, I’m a cynic myself. I hate clichés but what I’m about to write, which is actually a part of my life, is also one big formula.
Every little girl wants a Barbie. Maybe even a Lego set. I wanted the gold Toyota Camaro Matchbox from my brother’s collection. Then she wants a pretty dress to wear on Sundays, when they go home to pay a visit to Lola, when it’s her friend’s birthday party (who happens to be the only other little girl in the street), and every other special occasion in between.
Give or take a couple more years and she wants more coloring books with more drawings and figures to color in. Throw in a complete set of Crayola 72-color set. And maybe some paintbrushes and those Barbie coloring books that you only need water to color it.
Early in her life, the little princess got nearly everything she wanted. It was the pursuit of the desires that she came to know and soon, to love.
© 2004
