We haven't talked for a while. It has been quite a lot of time since we talk to each other.
She stands by the bar next to me thinking what she will order next. She is drinking like crazy all-night and she wants something different.
The bartender smiles at her and asks, "What do you want, sweetie?"
Before the bartender come over, she had seen some bottles stocked near the corner where she stands. Now that the bar is busy, she figured she'd try something silly.
A feeling that says, "sigh... what will life bring me today... what will make me happy today?"
It's time to reflect, time to move on... look forward to things that re-energizes our soul.
Ahhh... the beauty of nature, the beauty of life enjoy the colours and moments of life while it lasts.
Enjoy the moment.
I end up all the way through the late hours of the night, unprepared. I have no energy left and too tired to fall asleep. I make an effort to decide in which direction to settle, which room, which comfort, if any?
His walk from the water edge to the rock where I sit was like forever. Then, I felt his warmth, his skin lightly touching mine. He sat next to me. Gently, he took my hand, kissed it, and pressed it against his chest. I froze. I felt my hand sweat. The back of my hand could feel the rapid beating of his heart while he rubbed his palm on mine with his other hand.
My life, as I know it.
Part one - the first time.
It was the night I could never forget for the rest of my life.
Have you ever felt like the world is revolving without you?
It alarms me how the earth could consume me up whole and nobody would even notice. Everyone seems to have to be somewhere, to meet someone, to do something, and they all pass by me with their little goodbye waves and farewells as they trek off to the next agenda on their checklist.
While cooling down after my usual run, a sexy blond girl with blue eyes captured me like armed robbery. She stared at me intensely and said...
You stand five feet away from me, and I try not to look. I've been trying so hard not to look all night. I glance at my watch. Ten minutes pass one, a little late for me, but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters.
I have become the suggestion of a stranger... the invited intruder.
Where is the phantom entrance to somebody’s somewhere?
I am fading from view.
I am nothing but a flicker.
I am nothing but a speck of dust, floating and shimmering in the air.
I am in the middle of it all just like you.
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