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She was startled awake and found herself sitting upright in what she assumed to be a bed. There was no light around her, so she couldn't see anything. With a jolt, Louise remembered everything that had happened before. 'But then, shouldn't I be dead?', she thought. The realization that it had all just been a dream slowly seeped in. Everything had been a dream, it had all happened inside her own mind, made up by her imagination. Louise whispered: 'It seemed so real ' She let herself fall back onto the bed, into what felt like fluffy pillows. She finally recognized where she was. Thìs was her house, her bed. The life she had dreamt of was mere imagination, and now she had to start living her own life again.
Confused and feeling slightly sad, Louise got up and walked over to where she remembered the window to be. Pushing the curtains aside, she took in the familiar view. It was early morning, the sky slowly becoming lighter as the sun approached the horizon. The small tow
Just Hold My HandJust hold my hand
Don't try to keep me with you, don't try to keep me safe
I need to learn, I need to live, I need to find my own place
Your arms may be around me, but you are holding me too tight
I need to run and find myself, out there into the night
Don't give up on me and let me go, that's not what I just said
Just hold my hand and run with me, through the darkest of nights
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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