Blissful
By Taryl
(c) Chira Fanatic '00
...All this time, I had gone on loving Pan, harder than ever.
Her idea was my refuge in disappointment and distress, and made
some ammends to me, even for the loss if my friend. The more I pitied
myself, or others, the more I sought consolation in the image of Pan.
The greater the accumulation of pain and deceit and trouble in the world,
the brighter and purer she shined in my mind. I don't think I have any
definite idea of what all this means at this point, or why I deem she was
once related to a being of higher order, such as a goddess; but I am quite
sure I have scouted the notion of her being quite simply human, no matter
how ethereal she may seem. Yes, she is just like all the other girls with
whom I have had fascinations with, full of indignation and contempt.
If I may so express it, I was steeped in Pan. I was not merely
head over heals in love with her, but I was saturated through and through.
Enough love might have been wrung out of me, metaphorically speaking,
to drown anybody; and yet there might have been enough left in me to
pervade my entire existance still.
I should be mourning the loss of my dearest friend, consoling
his family, consoling myself; but, alas, I'm so obsessed with his niece that
I've no time for him. Oddly enough, I think he wanted me this way;
blissful to an absolute fault!
I love doing rennaissance takes on my favorite characters.
You must forgive me, my mind was allowed to wander
and just look at the ramblings it produced. Ugh, I need a dog!
AN: I know that doesn't make much sense, but don't ask!
Or if you do, ask nicely. I appreciate any comments
or feedback. Don't let my inbox get lonely!
E-mail me at: lemon_creme@hotmail.com
Bye-ee!
PS: disclaimer: cut and paste standard diclaimer -here-
By Taryl
(c) Chira Fanatic '00
...All this time, I had gone on loving Pan, harder than ever.
Her idea was my refuge in disappointment and distress, and made
some ammends to me, even for the loss if my friend. The more I pitied
myself, or others, the more I sought consolation in the image of Pan.
The greater the accumulation of pain and deceit and trouble in the world,
the brighter and purer she shined in my mind. I don't think I have any
definite idea of what all this means at this point, or why I deem she was
once related to a being of higher order, such as a goddess; but I am quite
sure I have scouted the notion of her being quite simply human, no matter
how ethereal she may seem. Yes, she is just like all the other girls with
whom I have had fascinations with, full of indignation and contempt.
If I may so express it, I was steeped in Pan. I was not merely
head over heals in love with her, but I was saturated through and through.
Enough love might have been wrung out of me, metaphorically speaking,
to drown anybody; and yet there might have been enough left in me to
pervade my entire existance still.
I should be mourning the loss of my dearest friend, consoling
his family, consoling myself; but, alas, I'm so obsessed with his niece that
I've no time for him. Oddly enough, I think he wanted me this way;
blissful to an absolute fault!
I love doing rennaissance takes on my favorite characters.
You must forgive me, my mind was allowed to wander
and just look at the ramblings it produced. Ugh, I need a dog!
AN: I know that doesn't make much sense, but don't ask!
Or if you do, ask nicely. I appreciate any comments
or feedback. Don't let my inbox get lonely!
E-mail me at: lemon_creme@hotmail.com
Bye-ee!
PS: disclaimer: cut and paste standard diclaimer -here-