Morgan's tale of sex and frolic

Let me tell you a tale as it unfolds of a girl's experiences most true and profound. She is a girl of 28, a worldly and educated sort who once upon a time had the convenience of falling into a great and spiraling love, an almost mythical kind of love (mirroring those of the Greek gods), which would eventually end in an equally thunderous and tumultuous way. Since her unprecedented heartbreak, she has been meeting and cavorting with several young male companions, usually with the assistance of her sophisticated friend, Sauvignon. Her name: Morgan. Her ambition: lawyer. Her bad luck: men.
The tale must be told, of Morgan's experiences with the opposite sex, since her union with her first love was brought to an end. These experiences are bound to shock, marvel and astonish, but alas, they must be told, as they are all based on true events. There must no doubt be a force trying to reckon with Morgan. It is only a wonder what kind of karma she must have pissed off.

The tale begins...

Tuesday, 1 February 2011

Shall I compare thee...?

Even on a bleak, cloudy day, you can't help but take a moment to look up at the heavens; in that instant, you can almost feel the warm embrace of the sun's comforting rays. A smile follows - a nonsensical smile. The gleams of pavement, wet with recent rain, are truly radiant, and what used to be rushed, maniacal steps against them are now slow, gentle strides. It's an unconscious effort, but there's a magnificent desire to take in the world. The same regimented route, experienced a thousand times, takes on new life: the cracks in old buildings appear for the first time and emerge in new dimensions; the reflective clothing warn by infants on their way to school are illuminatingly bright; the sound of laughter seems to travel from miles afar; and the scent of wild vegetation sprouting sporadically tickles the senses.

That foolish smile has probably resurfaced countless times.

The reflection in the mirror is bearable, almost pleasant. Insecurities seem to have dissolved because it's no longer the self that is the focus of obsession. In fact, there is no longer even obsession, just leveled, complacent bliss. The word "happy" never felt so better placed. If there was a way of the world, no doubt this would be its very path.

It's true what they say...

You know when you know.
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  1. Sunshine3 February 2011 at 20:47

    I Love it! U are a great writer! Keep up the good Work!

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