The taxi halted, putting a grind to my train of thoughts. Almost automatically, I had a violent vision about the driver for sequestering the world I had so perfect in mind and shattering my dreams into tiny snowflakes against a summer's day.
This is for my Manna.
The kiss which remains perpetually unfinished lingers on my chapped lips. It is to be sought out again - the taste upon my lips, the deep laceration of your tongue going straight into the deep recesses of my heart. I miss the tangled taste of your cigarette smoke and body heat leaving me gasping for air, your stained breath on my chest arrested by the sudden utterance of guilt and the stop of rain wetting the cracked Earth recalling us into reality.
I love your lullabies. And I miss them. I miss the convolution we shared when I opened my foggy eyes and stared into yours, looking for an earthquake which would devour all my fears and which froze all sense of time. At that moment, I felt my body floating mid-air in an unknown place and in motion, swaying from left to right to the point of forceful shake until the end of the rain broke the adventures we braved for.
You are my lull in the storm - the pacification I have been chasing after my whole life. You are my Orpheus as much as I am yours. Maybe a whole lot much more.
We embarked and disembarked from a journey. A never ending journey from midnight to dawn and to midnight again, searching for that moments which would translate into one moment that lasts a lifetime. Perhaps we have been asleep, perhaps I have been wheedled too much. In the end, there was no tomorrow- only the sound of crackling hearts and the rattling of a closed door.
This is for my Manna.
The kiss which remains perpetually unfinished lingers on my chapped lips. It is to be sought out again - the taste upon my lips, the deep laceration of your tongue going straight into the deep recesses of my heart. I miss the tangled taste of your cigarette smoke and body heat leaving me gasping for air, your stained breath on my chest arrested by the sudden utterance of guilt and the stop of rain wetting the cracked Earth recalling us into reality.
I love your lullabies. And I miss them. I miss the convolution we shared when I opened my foggy eyes and stared into yours, looking for an earthquake which would devour all my fears and which froze all sense of time. At that moment, I felt my body floating mid-air in an unknown place and in motion, swaying from left to right to the point of forceful shake until the end of the rain broke the adventures we braved for.
You are my lull in the storm - the pacification I have been chasing after my whole life. You are my Orpheus as much as I am yours. Maybe a whole lot much more.
We embarked and disembarked from a journey. A never ending journey from midnight to dawn and to midnight again, searching for that moments which would translate into one moment that lasts a lifetime. Perhaps we have been asleep, perhaps I have been wheedled too much. In the end, there was no tomorrow- only the sound of crackling hearts and the rattling of a closed door.