11 Monday Jun 2012
Written by ekai in Uncategorized
Austere days and hollow conversations. Nostalgia seeps in again as tangle of emotions and swollen secrets linger like sweetness of first times and fragments of promises. I can remember the night so vividly. The rusty clamorous place was wedged between discomfited acquaintances and concealed stares of truth. You appear punch-drunk mouthing words i refuse to hear. You whispered a withering, pale phrase that enflamed the spaces between lies and illusion. Your hands ached into my hips and traced the notches of my spine as chances dampened our skin and swallowed our shadows. Feeble fingers feel our faults and uncertainty drowning in inadequacy. Sad isn’t it? How only the good memories dwell constant reminders of that is no longer.
It was like waves that plunged horrendously as cracks burrow deeper. Pungent surges of self-pity and insincerity seem to wash away the remaining scrap of strength i have. The defeating swell soon crashed into a poignant, quiescent foam like silence that was too long and too thorny. Your dark fingertips held my mine and your fresh, crimson lips met the deep-set creases of my neck. I can feel you in my bones and beneath my skin; swimming between my collarbones and the scarred soul within.
It was as if slivers of infinity and stench of sadness temporarily faded into distant. But potent doubts and anticipation cloaked me like the facade of the ringed moonlight above us. The tread towards vulnerability and desire would never ensnare me again but sometimes i still descry the outskirts of my mind wandering or i see things i love that remind me of you. Then i become dreadfully aware that the scar will never fade.