miércoles, 26 de mayo de 2010

Once upon a time there lived a blanket that wrapped itself in the most beautiful young lady. It kept her warm, it kept her safe. It guarded her sleep. It guarded her dreams. It looked after her when he was gone. Each time he left, he told the blanket: -Look after my princess.

The blanket immediately wrapped the young lady’s body, protecting her.

One time, he came to her, but the blanket wouldn’t let go. It had come to realise that it was guarding a treasure he didn’t deserve. He couldn’t pull on the blanket because his princess could wake up. He visualized a weak spot, a thread. So when the blanket wasn’t looking, he pulled from it real hard. The blanket was torn apart. During the struggle, the beautiful young lady froze to death. She was dreaming. Dreaming about their lives together. She froze with a smile on her face. The most beautiful smile the world knew. He sat next to her and started crying.

Had he stayed and wrapped her in his arms, she wouldn’t have died.

3 comentarios:

  1. And he should know, And someone should say..
    Mourning is not eternal. At some point the non-dead have to go on.

    Absolutamente hermoso lo que escribiste. Hermoso.
    No hay mas palabras.

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