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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Saturday, January 17, 2009

white horse

he lifted my chin with his hand and said i have not seen you smile in months. I protested and said that is not true i am always smiling...you know what i mean. No, no i don't. then he asked if i would like to dance, but no one is dancing i said, when did you care i am not sure i answered, i am not sure. he walked away...

I wanted to tell him everything. how i had dreamt of a white horse and had let it drink every once of my passion, till it left me for dead. that i did'nt dream anymore.

i could hear his footsteps come towards me his hand on my chin again he lifts it till my eyes met his, i try to stare away but just then he says.. i am not without fault in this.. i want to say why did you let it happen, why did you not fight for me, but instead i say what i know to be true, you could not have stopped me for i had fallen so deep into my dream..that even within my dream i had dreamt..


in another lifetime said...

I love this. It contains sadness but hope too. It's a plot advancing moment:)

Georgia B. said...

i'm speechless. this is beautiful. and it makes me think so very many things.

and i am awed by that last line—how beautiful it is.

Claire said...

nadia that last line. wow. i hope to one day hear your full story.

Seth Apter said...

Very moving story and a stunning picture.

dia said...

I wish I could tell you, how much your words, not only your camera, can make one see, actually see, what your are saying.