*this one feels like a hell of a cliffhanger to me...pfft...but like snippets 011...i couldn't seem to finish it and for this one...i didn't try to...
The tremors that crawled under my skin, that resulted into mild goose bumps... Yes, I was thinking of you.
I was forced to take a look back. My dreams, you’re invading them and for an entirely unexplainable reason. Why? Why? I am peacefully living now. I am not looking for love, nor looking back at love. But you’re in them. In my dreams. Like a stubborn old cobweb that wouldn’t want to go away. Like an unnoticeable, time lapsed and time weathered cobweb that wouldn’t want to go.
And yes, though it is hard to admit, I miss you. I miss our love story that uncanningly didn't have a start nor a formidable end. Like a well written story that didn't have a proper introduction, prologue, etc. All the time, everything were shoots and snippets of emotions leashed and unconsciously unleashed here and about.
Like a lashing of lines on a blank paper. We crissed and we crossed but not entirely meeting. We didn't entirely meet, and it is entirely tempting to add a "my love" at the end of that phrase, "we didn't entirely meet" so it could go "we didn't entirely meet, my love" but i couldn't bring myself to it. It doesn't seem proper to.
Because you weren't entirely mine. not now. not then and not ever.
But the ghost of your smile and the ghost of your eyes that keep staring back at me, like you used to, are getting harder and harder to fend off. It gets harder and harder to pretend that they are just memories needed to be tucked away. Because they haunt. They haunt silently yet lethally and they are breaking into my reality.
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