Titanic's demeanour.

The Ship of Dreams they called her, as she was covered in a new layer of paint, on the day of 14 April,year one thousand,nine hundred and twelve. (1912) When she hit the iceberg, it reminded me of my heart shattering, slow but surely, ending up sinking precisely. What resumed was the sinking, echoed by people's screaming, full of desperation and horror, wanting to live on tommorow. To get a chance in their lives, whom were getting sealed, to let one last goodbye, to the families wanting to keep them near. Remember the movie of the Titanic, of Jack and Rose Dawson? Their love story never forgotten. Their love was as much as the water in the Ocean they found themselves in, shivering violently from the cold, like the actual victims did, once the clock reached 2:20. How hopeless they were, makes me want to relate, Rose's desire of taking her life, still festers deep within my cry. Tears streaming down my face, apparent grief i have to blame, for both them,fictional characters in the movie, and the real victims who died in the sinking. The Ship of Dreams, truly magnificent in sight. The glorious ship, they once felt proud about. The ship who dared to take them far, yet threatened,and did let them die.