Saphra’s Weblog

It was there. I saw it and I ran, my fingers outstretched to it…but then it was nothing. Just air clasped tight in my palm. I can’t take it. I walked with a smile on my face, and was nice and polite. I wondered if they could see the black inside. But they couldn’t. They saw what I showed them, and that was a fake smile. Which they took all too eagerly, not wanting to question the way that things appear.

I was hit today in Karate. Twice. Once on the outside of my right foot. Once on the outside of my right ankle. I didn’t jump high enough when he swung the bow staff at my knees. I was suprised at how it didn’t hurt until I was in the middle of my English class. The pain flared to life, and has not ceased yet.

My ankle is swollen, and two purple bruises show the truth of what is felt below the surface. What would I look like to others if they could see what I hold inside? This black…is slowly swallowing me bit by bit. But the jewel has not been forgotten, nor has it left me. I see him here and there…he’s watching. Waiting. The green glint that I see with my peripheral…I wish that it was comforting, but it isn’t. Its nothing. Just a whispered maybe.