Dreams...sometimes a lost reality.
Friday, January 25, 2008
“Now, the thing that is bothering me is the lost; which makes me think of her even more than before. In fact I yearn to talk to her, see her, and be lost in her arms, and forget all the past like a horrible dream. I want to start over…one more time.
Now, I hold dearly all the memories like old painting living on a wall but with unfortunate regrets they are stating to lose their colors behind my eyelids.
Even the sound of the letters that forms her name is becoming ethereal. And when the sun sleeps across the horizon, I go home to find her scent lingering on my bed.. She waits until I gently lay my head on the pillow. She takes me by the waist; her cold hands on my stomach, her cold breathe on my neck up until the sun awakes in the morning.
All night, I don’t fight. I don’t know why.
I like the cold. I froze like a river with no currents.”
Now, I hold dearly all the memories like old painting living on a wall but with unfortunate regrets they are stating to lose their colors behind my eyelids.
Even the sound of the letters that forms her name is becoming ethereal. And when the sun sleeps across the horizon, I go home to find her scent lingering on my bed.. She waits until I gently lay my head on the pillow. She takes me by the waist; her cold hands on my stomach, her cold breathe on my neck up until the sun awakes in the morning.
All night, I don’t fight. I don’t know why.
I like the cold. I froze like a river with no currents.”
