I Want to Find My Soulmate
She set her foot down gently, allowing it to submerge into the cool clear water and sink into the soft white sand underneath… Slowly she waded herself deeper and deeper. The sun sparkled endlessly on the surface of the water reflecting its gentle caresses over her face in webbed images. The sand slithered underfoot, as if each particle longed to be touched by her flesh, each rushing to greet her with a soft contented sigh. She continued further until the water kissed her lips and cloaked her from there down. And then she closed her eyes… allowed herself to feel weightless and completely loved. Each breath released was a sigh of the world itself.
She remained until the sun was stretching just to touch her one last time. And the moon longed for its turn to reflect in her eyes. The sand underneath was fast asleep, as was the forest surrounding… All was content with her near. All was safe.
The forest stirred only slightly as she silently waded back to shore. Upon her leaving, water droplets sadly glided down her flesh to return to their family in the pond. The night greeted her with its cool breeze happily caressing her entire being, knowing it would be recognized and appreciated.
She took it in like a lover. Accepted the worship and praise of her self. Allowed the night to complete her and fill her with a soul-trembling awe. It was hard for her to leave this place… Her place. And her movements were reluctant but constant. Her pace was steady, passing over and upon each blade of grass, soft fallen leaf, and small insects abode that resided eagerly in her path.
The undefined passage took her away from her liquid refuge, and deeper into the beating heart of the forest. Instinct was her guide. And the need… Following to a destination unknown, uncharted, unlike her… The nights soft caresses turned into a heavy gaze weighing upon her barren self. Possibly scrutinizing. Trees drew up and around her, clinging to her in fear but her feet would not stop moving. Pace was hastened and heart faltered not a beat to the trembling she felt within. But the need to be … where he is… was too intense to deny. Or question.
The moon retreated nearly an hour ago and the trees were left behind. Below her laid the crunching corpses of grass. Forgotten. Her steps were slow… anticipating. And the heart drum ceased to remain calm. Dirt clung to the soles of her feet, leaving their cold damp memory and keeping an imprint of where her warmth had been. Another emotion to long for… mourn over… hate her for…
When her heart began to steady… she felt the tremendous ‘lacking of’. And then there, in the center of nowhere, she felt his gaze upon her. Stopping, she could do nothing but close her eyes to feel. His gaze reached her fiercely, this beckoned intruder standing exposed upon his soil. And she humbly accepted his anger, for through the heaviness of his impending stare, she felt ‘him’ there.
She remained until the sun was stretching just to touch her one last time. And the moon longed for its turn to reflect in her eyes. The sand underneath was fast asleep, as was the forest surrounding… All was content with her near. All was safe.
The forest stirred only slightly as she silently waded back to shore. Upon her leaving, water droplets sadly glided down her flesh to return to their family in the pond. The night greeted her with its cool breeze happily caressing her entire being, knowing it would be recognized and appreciated.
She took it in like a lover. Accepted the worship and praise of her self. Allowed the night to complete her and fill her with a soul-trembling awe. It was hard for her to leave this place… Her place. And her movements were reluctant but constant. Her pace was steady, passing over and upon each blade of grass, soft fallen leaf, and small insects abode that resided eagerly in her path.
The undefined passage took her away from her liquid refuge, and deeper into the beating heart of the forest. Instinct was her guide. And the need… Following to a destination unknown, uncharted, unlike her… The nights soft caresses turned into a heavy gaze weighing upon her barren self. Possibly scrutinizing. Trees drew up and around her, clinging to her in fear but her feet would not stop moving. Pace was hastened and heart faltered not a beat to the trembling she felt within. But the need to be … where he is… was too intense to deny. Or question.
The moon retreated nearly an hour ago and the trees were left behind. Below her laid the crunching corpses of grass. Forgotten. Her steps were slow… anticipating. And the heart drum ceased to remain calm. Dirt clung to the soles of her feet, leaving their cold damp memory and keeping an imprint of where her warmth had been. Another emotion to long for… mourn over… hate her for…
When her heart began to steady… she felt the tremendous ‘lacking of’. And then there, in the center of nowhere, she felt his gaze upon her. Stopping, she could do nothing but close her eyes to feel. His gaze reached her fiercely, this beckoned intruder standing exposed upon his soil. And she humbly accepted his anger, for through the heaviness of his impending stare, she felt ‘him’ there.
By:
ChristineFearne
Age:
31-35
,
Female
