{"id":32,"date":"2006-03-24T20:58:00","date_gmt":"2006-03-25T04:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/?p=32"},"modified":"2006-03-24T20:58:00","modified_gmt":"2006-03-25T04:58:00","slug":"confusion-within-her-words","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/?p=32","title":{"rendered":"Confusion Within Her Words"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/blogger\/3571\/2228\/1600\/42521017.LesReuses.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/blogger\/3571\/2228\/320\/42521017.LesReuses.jpg\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>It no longer seems to give her the content she longs to grasp. Why has it suddenly changed her beautiful thoughts and created a nightmare of fears? Can&#8217;t those everlasting words that seemed to ring in her ears continously give her the notice she longs to understand? How has it caused every unreal thing to estrange itself from herself&#8230;.and now she implores that you reveal the results she  seeks&#8230;cause she&#8217;s waiting anxiously on the edge of her seat.<\/p>\n<p>It all began at the break of dawn, when the roosters awoke for their daily ritual of waking every unwoken beast from their unwholesome sleep. Why is it that today, she no longer felt the same, are the whispers she hears nothing but the winds breeze seaping through her closed window&#8217;s cracks? How can the wind blow through these stainglass windows when she never sought the breeze that is chilling her very core&#8230; as she lay unresting on the white pillows that tried to give her comfort but only assured her the heart ache she expressed from the weight of world that seems to hold a grudge against her&#8230;. but why?<\/p>\n<p>She didnt&#8217; comprehend the spoken words that were like the letters of a child&#8217;s unsturdy handwritning voicing themselves on the sheets of the crumpled paper. She wondered hopelessly of how it caused her this grief, but how can such a greatly unimportant thing seem to overtake her every thought and step she took? Was it all along the importance in her world, and did she never know it&#8217;s longing as it stood on her dusty, worn out shelf. And why are the four thick bricked walls staring at her in the midst of her anxiety and when she&#8217;s feeling infatuated, they glisten their soiled wounds seeking to destroy her rare feelings &#8230;&#8230; again she asks you why?<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Can you answer her everylasting questions and what might &#8220;it&#8221; be?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I know for sure none of you out there will know what i meant by &#8220;it&#8221; but i love a challenge and i hope you do too..am waiting anxiously for your feedback and your understanding of what &#8220;it&#8221; may be? let&#8217;s just say you should&#8217;nt rule out anything that you might first think to rule out&#8230;hehe i&#8217;m confusing arent i&#8230;..that&#8217;s what everyone tells me&#8230; oh well, i hope the confusing me amused you with her short story&#8230;.. but do answer her questions she seeks. by the way i wanted to give the character a name but i hate naming character&#8217;s so she will just have to be happy with the name i gave her which is just &#8220;her&#8221; feel free to suggest what name she should be given \ud83d\ude1b<\/p>\n<p>confusion wishing you a great day and may all ur confusion ignite when reading my post \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It no longer seems to give her the content she longs to grasp. 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