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More Than Words Itself an original by Mark Davies
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Framed Size | 53" x 41" |
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More Than Words Itself Original by Mark Davies
She remembers that stormy night, that seemed a life ago, she remembers every last detail. That first moment she saw him, he was tall with chocolate brown hair and eyes. She would never forget that moment when her eyes locked so deeply into his very soul.
She knew he could never be hers while she was her being and it broke her everyday knowing that. The pure desire, the needing, the want possessed her and she knew she couldn’t live without him. Nothing else mattered but him, not her family life or her world. It was just dark without him and getting darker.
She made a choice to stop at nothing until she had the man she loved and would give up everything to be with him, even the one thing that she relied on all her life. Her voice. Her voice was her harmony in more ways than one. It was what separated her from the average and what made her special. It was materialistic in a sense that it was envied and desired because it was beautiful, it was magic and consuming.
The ultimate sacrifices in life come from those you love and those you treasure most, knowing that life and love evolves from mere give and take, however the concept of equality is hard to follow when you ache the way she ached. She was ready to give and submit, surrendering to the darkest depths of the ocean where evil lay but spells were made. The only one who could help her live with the man she desired and so desperately craved. There was a face on this fear and she looked it right into it’s evil eye.
Now to survive was to believe in love and that she wouldn’t need her sound or her materials, she just needed the raw body that she now had. She had to believe that it would all be worth it. She had to believe that their love wasn’t an illusion or something she had made up in her head, something that she had allowed to possess her, but that it was real and unfeigned.
This was the beginning of her novel journey. Swimming up towards the light, towards a foreign world, although nameless and alone, she was ready and knew in her heart that all would be complete soon.