We lay there, watching the clouds chase each other through the sky. And as the hours pass, darkness descends across the picturesque scene like a black curtain. And tiny diamonds sprout out of nowhere, one by one.
A shooting star makes an appearance, as a stream of light cascades across the blackness. One of the most beautiful things you will ever see. But only a second's worth of beauty, as the bright light in the sky quickly dissapears as if a flame from a candle is being blown out. With just one ounce of breath.
And it's gone.
Thursday, 26 August 2010
Sunday, 22 August 2010
Whispers
Silence and darkness sweep through the bedroom. The crescent moon and stars act as tiny bulbs in the navy sky as the light escapes through the gap in the curtains. I can see the outline of his face, gazing at my own. His lips convert into a smile as I trace them with my finger tip. Just like magic. And I kiss him. His soft lips pressed against mine. Then he holds me against him, his warmth transferring over to my cold body. And we lay there.
Thinking.
Whispering.
And then we fall asleep in each others arms. Being dragged away from perfect reality to be absorbed into our dreams.
Thinking.
Whispering.
And then we fall asleep in each others arms. Being dragged away from perfect reality to be absorbed into our dreams.
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
Distance
Loneliness.
Missing those special people that ignite the intricate and rare smile across your face. Especially that certain person you can't bear to be apart from, but seeing one another is a rarity. Two entirely diverse lifestyles; one where you attempt to grin and bear it, the other that you desire but it's impossible to have. Hearing your voice but not seeing your expression. Where you're easily distracted by the surroundings I used to be a part of. Where we meet at train stations rather than at the doorstep. The pure desire to be able to just visit you, even for a couple of hours, without having to spend hours on a train. Hold your hand, smile, laugh, kiss, hug. Complete unfairness. All due to a drop of venom. The poison that spreads increasingly after every word and whisper. And affects those, even hundreds of miles away.
So I'll just stare out of my window, and pretend things are normal again for a little while.
Missing those special people that ignite the intricate and rare smile across your face. Especially that certain person you can't bear to be apart from, but seeing one another is a rarity. Two entirely diverse lifestyles; one where you attempt to grin and bear it, the other that you desire but it's impossible to have. Hearing your voice but not seeing your expression. Where you're easily distracted by the surroundings I used to be a part of. Where we meet at train stations rather than at the doorstep. The pure desire to be able to just visit you, even for a couple of hours, without having to spend hours on a train. Hold your hand, smile, laugh, kiss, hug. Complete unfairness. All due to a drop of venom. The poison that spreads increasingly after every word and whisper. And affects those, even hundreds of miles away.
So I'll just stare out of my window, and pretend things are normal again for a little while.
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