Monday, April 20, 2009
Perfectly Aligned @ 7:17 PM
I have two dolls.
Precious Moments dolls, a bride and her groom.
Today they took a leap.
A leap of faith? I'll never know.
They jumped, and fell together.
Yet, only the groom was rescued.
His bride forgotten.
The two ended up with a happy ending.
When they were once again reunited.
But this is a reminder that not all stories will end with happy endings.
It's funny that I never actually felt spooked out by the fact that the dolls fell on me in the middle of the night, and it's quite impossible for anything to have pushed them down.
In the middle of the night I just got annoyed and thought "what the hell".
But during GP, I thought about it.
And analysed it till I was rewarded with a more in-depth meaning.
Real symbolic.
Now that I think about it, what happens to the bride/girlfriend/girl/female/wife that gets left behind?
It's not a comforting thought at all.
I hope this song will guide you home.