Thump. Thump There goes, My heart, Wildly, Beating, Questioning. Thump. Thump.
Six months ago today, I held your hand. I begged, repeatedly. Asking you, please stay.
159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days. Ask yourself, what do you do with 159 days? You go on a long trip. Fly across oceans and conquer all the land borders you can find. Drink too much. Meet people. Fall in love. Fall in lust. Get lost. Lose yourself. 159 days = 22…
Endless white walls. Her eyes closing. Dark stretched canvas. Without playing a single note. Blue hues, with drops of rain. Scratches of red wine. Etched in the wood work.
Tonight, the questions keep on coming. Like the rain, drops slowly pouring in to your open window. You ask, you beg, you pray, you yell, you surrender. Still, the questions remain unanswered. With the whys contradicting the hows, each time leaving you more confused than the last.
Listen closely. Do you hear the familiar lines of our song? She asks. Do you want to dance? I smile. Do we take it slow? She leans in. Do I hold her? Listen again. Is that her voice calling me home? Or is that us saying goodbye? Listen.
That first moment. She saw this girl, walking towards her direction. Giddy, as a kid on Christmas day. Nervous, desperate on what to say. Butterflies, fluttering in a million different ways.
Pause. She slips. You hug tighter. Breathe. She falls. You catch faster. Repeat. She cries. You hold longer. Think. She leans. You kiss deeper.
Move, closer. Inhale, deeper. Exhale, faster. Listen, quietly. Dance, slowly. Bite, gently. Kiss, hungrily. Hold, tightly. Never, fall. Don’t, let go.
How could one not believe? Across borders of insanity, I traveled back through time. Thousands of miles away, longing for her one kiss. How could one question life’s existence? Filling my drained soul. With history,with warmth, with faith. I walked and wandered about the vast ruins of royalty. How could one still have doubts? The…