random things mostly writing.

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So I have this started is it any good? This is the second version of a story I was writing. for the life of me I can't find the main one and not sure if my therapist kept the story or not from years ago.

Saint Elizabeth
Angels exist. I know I’ve seen their wings when nobody else takes the time to look. Every one of them has wings. Each one beautiful and heavenly but this is about the greatest angel of all. Her snow drop velvety feathers were the largest. Hers stretched from one existence to the other with much care and bravado. She was lovely and holy to time itself. She was the one, the one that nobody else was. That which she was personification of all heaven in her very being, all light for she was the embodiment of life itself as they all are to an extent. She wasn’t God herself or the devil or any mythical figure the church believes in. There simply was her. Only her.
Years ago when the earth was born and grew from the cosmic womb of time and space she existed in a form unrecognizable to her most precious self. She was everywhere in the primeval world and the primeval world was her. She had the softest long hair teasing caressing her neck and ears. She was only forty three but she was far older than she knew or anyone knew. She was and is the queen of my heart and soul. I vowed eternal loyalty and love that day we met when the sun was warm and showering the goodness of itself on all the peoples of the world.
Her smile is to die for and her laugh an exquisite masterpiece. She was wearing a tight fitting shirt and black jeans that showed the world her luscious existence. It was a lonely, seemingly meaningless existence until she flew into my life. She didn’t exactly fly but she seemed to float on air. She couldn’t walk like everybody else did, if they could they would all be her. Trumpets seem to blare when she put down an elegant foot after the other.
The fountain was roaring behind me or rather on top of me as I was sitting at its basin. Watching everyone go by except her. She came over to sit by me on the ledge of the fountain. She radiated everything so pure and precious at the very least but at the most the stories of Heaven were true because she exists. This wasn’t the first time I saw her, she was always there in some of the classes I took. The rest were unappealing teenagers who were spoiled rotten. She was a gift from God compared to they were. She lightened up the day. I tried to take notes and pay attention but I’m sure she knew my concentration was on her the whole time.
Luckily I use a small personal cassette recorder to help me take notes in the lectures so I don’t miss anything. It helps some but not all the time. I still miss a few things here and there and the tests don’t go too well or the papers that have to be written on some thing or another. I sat in the very back so I wouldn’t be noticed at the most to someone like her.
We exchanged pleasantries and we ended up walking together to the next class of the day. It was luck or maybe destiny or maybe she felt sorry for me. Whatever it was I knew I was in love with her but never knew until later how beloved she becomes to me.


so is it any good?