Idly I finger my flaxen ringlets as I look into the ornate, gold-trimmed mirror.
What a deceptively sweet image I am to behold.
Despair
I have uttered no less lies than any other female of this age, but mine spoke of childish doubts of the heart.
What ever can I do to mend the delicate tapestry of trust that I perpetually destroy?
Longing
I feel inner beauty's eyes enflaming my soul, but I cannot acknowledge such things that would lift me above my mundane preconceptions.
What I would give to cast aside my world and lock myself forever in this twilight paradise!
Fear
A mixture of paralyzing horror and ecstatic joy cloaks my every waking thought, but I will have to make a stand against myself.
What a purely heavenly and heartbreakingly sorrowful sound that greets me this morning, like every other morning, but I take a resilient breath and turn toward fate.
Good morning to you as well, Erik.
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A/N: I wasn't going to continue this little exercise, but Cat's review keeps nagging at me. He he! Thank you for the reviews and I may continue this