Mist
I am standing on my second floor balcony in my t-shirt and shorts. Time is around 6 am. I can hear people playing soccer by the side of the building. I can actually have only a glimpse of one goal post. You can see prairies extending for miles on end in the back of the building. I don't really understand how they reach up to my balcony. Guess the rooms below mine does't have windows facing eastward. I was never concerned, the fact is i don't know whats outside the door of my room. I don't know how i came in, nor how i will get out. These thoughts were never in the frame of my mind.
Huge trees with well endowed fruits, thats what i see when i look up. Could never identify them. One thing i clearly remember is the absence of smell. It was as if the sensation was cut off. Not sure if it really was.
The whole place was covered in mist. I can see a patch of green at a distance at the start of a hill. Well here she comes clad in white. I can't feel any wind but i can see her dress fluttering in the wind. Well she is comming straight for me. Damn it She is in my room. She should have climbed in through the balcony. The room is more or less a collage. I have pictures all around on the walls. Didn't really leave any breathing space for the paint. She sits down on the only chair, i stand infront of her staring in to her eyes...oh blue what a colour you are. She rather looks like a gypsy. She was wearing a blue demin skirt and shirt. Curls of her hair falling over her face. Nobody speaks. We both stare at each other for a while.
Now i know how she made it in...she just climbed down the balcony. I see her back in the green patch devoid of mist, but covered by, around. Where does the kids come from. They are running with her. Her white dress flutters in the wind. I take a breath..cool fresh air.
Here i lie, on the bed with him staring at me. I feel i just walked out of "Trainspotting". He is smiling, he has a reason to. He got a thread...god knows where he takes it. Well that was one big mistake of mine.....but don't care....doesn't really matter now. I was through her...long back.
Continued to suffer the consequences and discovered that there are no easy solutions to the inherent loneliness and pain of life.
Huge trees with well endowed fruits, thats what i see when i look up. Could never identify them. One thing i clearly remember is the absence of smell. It was as if the sensation was cut off. Not sure if it really was.
The whole place was covered in mist. I can see a patch of green at a distance at the start of a hill. Well here she comes clad in white. I can't feel any wind but i can see her dress fluttering in the wind. Well she is comming straight for me. Damn it She is in my room. She should have climbed in through the balcony. The room is more or less a collage. I have pictures all around on the walls. Didn't really leave any breathing space for the paint. She sits down on the only chair, i stand infront of her staring in to her eyes...oh blue what a colour you are. She rather looks like a gypsy. She was wearing a blue demin skirt and shirt. Curls of her hair falling over her face. Nobody speaks. We both stare at each other for a while.
Now i know how she made it in...she just climbed down the balcony. I see her back in the green patch devoid of mist, but covered by, around. Where does the kids come from. They are running with her. Her white dress flutters in the wind. I take a breath..cool fresh air.
Here i lie, on the bed with him staring at me. I feel i just walked out of "Trainspotting". He is smiling, he has a reason to. He got a thread...god knows where he takes it. Well that was one big mistake of mine.....but don't care....doesn't really matter now. I was through her...long back.
Continued to suffer the consequences and discovered that there are no easy solutions to the inherent loneliness and pain of life.
posted by catherine at 10:29 PM
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