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מדורי במה








Now more than ever I feel so alone, walking through the
streets and alleys by myself, with my coat and my
sweatshirt's head cover, everyday grew lonelier, walking,
just walking, without a cause or destination, I just walked
for days...

I see a lot of people all the time but it's as if they don't
see me, they don't even bother looking at me, maybe its for
the best.
Everyday passes with more and more pain of loneliness, like
that for a long time, the deep feeling of an outcast, of a
leper, and melancholy grew each day.

I was walking down the street one day, my hands in pockets,
my head covered and my face barely visible, when I bumped
into her, I didn't even noticed at first, I did feel
something as I walked, and I turned around and I saw this
girl laying on the ground.
"whata..?" she called faintly
"what was that for you damn stupid ape?" her voice gained
deeper presence
I saw her there, I repeated my steps and helped her get up
"Deeply sorry" I almost whispered and continued on my walk,
not paying much attention to anything again as I walked.
"Hey...you" she called from behind me, I turned around again
and then I saw her face, she was a young girl, around my
age, dressed in the blackest array was a beautiful girl,
staring right at me in dismay... and then - a smile.
I stared back at her, and she didn't bunch, neither did I -
this strange situation was maintained for about the half of
a very painfully long hour
I gazed into her eyes - a pare of green eyes that seemed to
have a life of their own, staring at me like that, her eyes
laughing, pointing...smiling, beckoning at me with such a
force I evidently fell down on the wet road at my feet...
"Guess now it's my turn to help you up huh?" and so she did,
approached and grabbed me by my shoulders, as I straightened
my self up and finally stood there she was again just a feet
away, staring at me
"Care for a walk?" I asked, nearly whispering
She gave me this look that pierced right through me
"I was kinda in a middle of a walk my self... where to?" she
asked gently
-"Nowhere"
"Great" she said with a smile on her face
She curved her hand around mine, and we started walking...


It's been years from that day, I just kept walking, I felt
something, perhaps a year or so after we started walking, I
felt my hand in relief that I haven't felt for a year...
I've lost her somewhere, somehow, never noticed it... and I
just kept on walking ever since...







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חוות דעת על היצירה באופן פומבי ויתכן שגם ישירות ליוצר

לשלוח את היצירה למישהו להדפיס את היצירה
היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
"פצצות" זה לא
תואר השם.


תרומה לבמה




בבמה מאז 25/2/03 2:14
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