/lit/ - Literature

>>13184968

But yet your shade followed me throughout the night. It followed and beckoned me to lay. I fell asleep, walking through the blue cascades of life, and I dove into it. I was cool, floating in the breeze, wet from all the apathy I washed myself with, but yet you set me aflame, my body screeching through the echoing dome making pirouettes, my mouth shaking through words of solemn deceit.

Yet if I can be your actor that makes you smile at every opaque grimace I make, I could live, dancing through the whole act of life, dancing enchanted, those silent rhythmic breaths so beautiful to hear. I find myself wandering: if something falls into your hands as easily like we did to each other, would it be a sin not to believe in purposeful fate? Ants squashed by palms of smiling children.

I do believe faithful was the moment you sat at the bench in the hallway, near me. You were wearing green and I was scruffy all over, which made me laugh. I was anxious and full of fear as I did not know what to expect, of the whole constitution: me sitting there, gazing with sad eyes into the room with the light barely pressing through the shades and the blackboard searching for me to cut through it with chalk writing poetry before class. You with your roots already deeply sunk into the ground, smiling all over making happiness with talks of dying earth and similar faces. Strands of your hair tickling my feet making me giggle as we lie in the prickly grass watching stars.

Truth is what I do believe in and I do believe in you. If I lift my head one more time up from sleepless nights and see you saying ‘hi’ with gleaming eyes, the sound waves piercing through my drunken odour, I might admit I want you to wake me up forever.

Remember how you tried to record the snow, and you came up to me after I asked you if you enjoyed your firsts? You asked me questions I didn’t think I was ever going to be asked about the world. How to make balls of snow. I felt my cold hands could squeeze the world and dry it up for you to drink. Later you made such sweet remarks about me I started to understand why people kept birds in cages, chirping through their lonely rooms singing captive symphonies only they should hear.

I imagine us going through a long hike through the mountains, and your legs start shaking from anger and tiredness, and I carry you to a meadow basking in sunshine. We both decide to fall over and sink into our thoughts, telling stories to each other. It’s hot and we melt together into the earth, while you sing songs of remembrance, and we are glad that time is passing.