~Aphrodite
After a while, she could not tell what was real...
She sat by the mesmerizing fountain, and stared into its waters. She did not see any depth, but slowly the clouds appeared, then the buildings, then the church. As clear as day, their forms took shape and she watched the process as though they were being built right before her eyes. She was part of it, the girl by the water. She could see the people walking in it, the lovers holding hands and the carefree smiles of the children.
She saw herself in that reflection, but as she looked up, she could not tell what was real. Was it the fragile, delicate image in the water- or the even more fragile solidity around her? A metaphor, she saw, for life... just like throwing a rock could cause a rippled wreckage- in what we called life, it could too happen.
She blinked as she heard her name being called, and was transported from her reality to the dream that was life.
After a while, she could not tell what was real...
She sat by the mesmerizing fountain, and stared into its waters. She did not see any depth, but slowly the clouds appeared, then the buildings, then the church. As clear as day, their forms took shape and she watched the process as though they were being built right before her eyes. She was part of it, the girl by the water. She could see the people walking in it, the lovers holding hands and the carefree smiles of the children.
She saw herself in that reflection, but as she looked up, she could not tell what was real. Was it the fragile, delicate image in the water- or the even more fragile solidity around her? A metaphor, she saw, for life... just like throwing a rock could cause a rippled wreckage- in what we called life, it could too happen.
She blinked as she heard her name being called, and was transported from her reality to the dream that was life.