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Saturday, January 24, 2009
My hair flew wildly. My heart was wouldn't stop thumping so loudly. It felt like a loudspeaker, exposing everything i kept secret. I didn't know what to do. Everything was too quiet, too much. Suddenly, someone rose from his seat and clapped. My eyes clipped open; my nose began to breathe in the air that i have long forgotten.My heart was on my sleeve. Soon, one by one all stood up and applauded. Some shouted, "Encore! Encore!" and threw daisies at me. My favourite flower.I even heard a "i love you" far behind. Was this a dream, or really for real? If i pinched myself, would this all vanish away?Or should i just enjoy the moment while it lasts? Before i could even make up my mind, the music started again. Magically, my body danced to the beat. I wasn' t thinking. I swayed gracefully even though i knew that i couldn't even do that in dance class. I heard cheers singing at me. The stage was circling around, chanting the weird song all over. "No more, no more, no more." No more? Was it the crowd or the song? Then, i only saw the wooden platform of the grand stage, the lights blinding me from above.The song went quicker and quicker but i was still dancing my legs off. I couldn't stop no matter how much i want it to. What was happening? I thought i could feel my arms and limbs disintegrate, flying away with the chants. "No, no!" I shrieked as i saw myself like a vegetable. As i thought i was all alone, the crowd reappreared again and began to jeer. I lay on the stage, paralysed. Someone grabbed my dress and with a quick fling, threw me into the sea of people. I couldn't swim while being tossed and turned. My head trying to surface through the crowd. Just as i was near to the shore, I fell in again.The arms of the sea broke and pulled me under its strong influence. I couldn't get enough oxygen with the surroundings taking it all away.I gave up, letting them pull me down till something mysterious happened. Someone swam up from beneath, catching me. He rest me on the shore, Hisbody made of gold. One glance at Him could seem like your eyes on fire. Everything was ever perfect since.Who is he? He is my saviour. Jesus.I didn't understand a thing when i read this from a girl's diary, or rather a dead girl's diary. I was raised as a free thinker, never knowing who was was Buddha or Allah. But this man which this girl wrote about, Jesus, was strange. Who was Jesus? What did he do to make this girl love him so much? This girl didn't drown in a sea - she was a victim of a school shooting. Her body was shot multiple times, barely missing the heart. So she had a few last minutes bearing with the pain, about ten whole minutes before her heart stopped. But, she used her whole energy to write out words that still didn't make sense to me.
I see Jesus.
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jeanette
nus arts
psalms 27:4
a lady that is striving to dwell in the house of the Lord
who is learning to see God's greater purpose for her
who wakes up and learns to be thankful for her blessings
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Saturday, January 24, 2009
My hair flew wildly. My heart was wouldn't stop thumping so loudly. It felt like a loudspeaker, exposing everything i kept secret. I didn't know what to do. Everything was too quiet, too much. Suddenly, someone rose from his seat and clapped. My eyes clipped open; my nose began to breathe in the air that i have long forgotten.My heart was on my sleeve. Soon, one by one all stood up and applauded. Some shouted, "Encore! Encore!" and threw daisies at me. My favourite flower.I even heard a "i love you" far behind. Was this a dream, or really for real? If i pinched myself, would this all vanish away?Or should i just enjoy the moment while it lasts? Before i could even make up my mind, the music started again. Magically, my body danced to the beat. I wasn' t thinking. I swayed gracefully even though i knew that i couldn't even do that in dance class. I heard cheers singing at me. The stage was circling around, chanting the weird song all over. "No more, no more, no more." No more? Was it the crowd or the song? Then, i only saw the wooden platform of the grand stage, the lights blinding me from above.The song went quicker and quicker but i was still dancing my legs off. I couldn't stop no matter how much i want it to. What was happening? I thought i could feel my arms and limbs disintegrate, flying away with the chants. "No, no!" I shrieked as i saw myself like a vegetable. As i thought i was all alone, the crowd reappreared again and began to jeer. I lay on the stage, paralysed. Someone grabbed my dress and with a quick fling, threw me into the sea of people. I couldn't swim while being tossed and turned. My head trying to surface through the crowd. Just as i was near to the shore, I fell in again.The arms of the sea broke and pulled me under its strong influence. I couldn't get enough oxygen with the surroundings taking it all away.I gave up, letting them pull me down till something mysterious happened. Someone swam up from beneath, catching me. He rest me on the shore, Hisbody made of gold. One glance at Him could seem like your eyes on fire. Everything was ever perfect since.Who is he? He is my saviour. Jesus.I didn't understand a thing when i read this from a girl's diary, or rather a dead girl's diary. I was raised as a free thinker, never knowing who was was Buddha or Allah. But this man which this girl wrote about, Jesus, was strange. Who was Jesus? What did he do to make this girl love him so much? This girl didn't drown in a sea - she was a victim of a school shooting. Her body was shot multiple times, barely missing the heart. So she had a few last minutes bearing with the pain, about ten whole minutes before her heart stopped. But, she used her whole energy to write out words that still didn't make sense to me.
I see Jesus.
