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The Door -- Demi-Short Story
02.09.04, 09:13:20
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The door
Taking a long and deep breath, he opened his eyes. There it was. The door was in front of him, so subtle and elegant in its beauty. He observed all the details at great length, all the ornaments of that magnificent piece of architecture. He knew that to observe it consumed him, but he needed it with all his soul.
He knew the secrets of that door very well, because they were within his mind; and thus he understood that nobody more than him could open it. It was not the door the one that summoned him, but that which was behind it, that which he desired with all his soul, but that which tore him painfully every second that passed. He did not have the force nor the will to face what he loved, because he feared that what he loved would reject him, and would leave him completely destroyed.
Suddenly, a thought silenced his doubts. There was nothing to lose. He said this to himself, and he repeated it several times firmly, to convince his mind of it.
That was it! That was the solution, the vestige of certainty to which he had to cling, as a castaway to the last plank of his destroyed ship! For he was that, a castaway, holding onto that decayed plank, defying the horizon, which, like the door, blocked his way to the so desired island.
Finally, taking a long and deep breath, he opened his eyes, and walked toward the young girl of the blue eyes.
~Fin
This isn't really a short story -- it doesn't qualify to be one. I don't really know what it is. Please excuse me since I'm argentinian and this is the first time I ever write in english. If anyone understood spanish I would post the spanish version here... which is probably better written than the engilsh...
For those who are wondering... yes, I wrote this in a time of depression, and was TERRIBLY depressed. Seemed like it helped my writing. The original version wasn't like this, but I lost the page where I wrote it, so I just had to swim deeply into my memory to retrieve what I could. |
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