| Jan. 24th, 2005 @ 11:08 pm Ah, the cousin kiss! The sexiest of all kisses. |
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What's my Mood again::  content
You step through the gaping door of the craft that brought you to this unknown place. The neon light of the surrounding buildings floods your skin instantly shifting it to a silvery-green which out shines the entire city. The eyes that encircle you are wide with the excitement and unknown that your arrival brings. Their collective gasp sucks away your breath as you plant your feet onto the foreign soil. "One small step for man..." goes through your head but you bat it away attempting to stay in the moment. You slowly take your tired, well traveled hands from your pockets and wiped the fear from you face. Looking through the crowd you begin to question your recent actions but you know your mission is true and give the signal to the captain to quiet the chattering faces. They quickly fall silent. You open your mouth to speak and their eyes open wide with expectation, "I have come to give sight to your blind," you say with a little hesitation. They stare at you. The looks of excitement have turned to looks of confusion and you can tell that they do not believe you and that they are about to cast you out as a fraud. But suddenly loud cheers flows back and forth through the crowd and all you doubts are washed away. Then as suddenly as the cheers began they subside. The crowd parts and a middle-aged man steps forward. He removes his hat, wrings it nervously in his hands and mumbles something you cannot understand. "I am sorry," you say to the man. "I could not hear your question. Would you please repeat it?" The man bows apologetically and speaks, "Sir," he says, "No one in our city is blind, no one in our city as any sort of affliction." He pauses and looks you in the eyes. "We thank you for your offer, but I do not know if we need your help." You wait as he bows again and replaces his hat. "You misunderstand me. You misunderstand me," you say louder to everyone. "I have not come to cure your illnesses and afflictions. I have come to help you understand the truth, the wisdom and the knowledge which is being kept from you." Again the eyes of confusion look upon you and again the middle-aged man steps forward. However this time he does not remove his hat; this time he does not bow and this time his voice is clear. "Sir," he begins, "we understand that we do not know everything about ourselves and we understand that the people who run our cities and countries only share the information they deem acceptable - but what we cannot understand is how someone, such as yourself, who is not from this place, is going to revels information about us that even we cannot and are not allowed to know?" His question takes you aback and for the first time you wonder about your convictions. You turn to leave knowing that there is nothing more you can do there when a hand grips you arm. "Where are you going," the voice attached to the hand questions. "I am leaving," you respond without turning around. "Why," asks the voices. "There is nothing more I can do here," you explain. "Just because," he starts, "just because you cannot unveil hidden truth about us does not mean we do not wish to know about you." "About me," you ask turning to find the middle-age man smiling wide. "Then, maybe, together we can find answers to all questions we do not understand." The crowd again erupts in cheer. |
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