He watched the sunset at the horizon, spreading its largess into a grateful sky. Rich hues of red blended with oranges, purples, crimsons. Bob's spirit soared at the sight as he was transported into a timeless existence, ready for the protective blanket of night and new dreams.
That warm, raspy voice that possessed his cords that night, sent nerves dancing up my spine. His smile sent my mind into an uncontrolled, captivated spiral and his light touch lingered, it branded my soul with a simple mark: infatuation. To call it love would be a mockery of my heart, a symbol of my dying innocence. But every tempered word he spoke invaded my mind, like ivy tendrils seeking any point of weakness to enter; they wrapped my body in a blanket of comfort and consumed my soul in the heat of lust.
I remember that night in a soft, painful haze. It's the night that taught me the difference between love and infatuation. Love is unconditional, eternal... Infatuation? It dies.
Bonfire night 1984, I was nine years old. November 5th was reliably cold, yet as always our bonfire was reliably warm, sending glorious sparks into the starry black, tumbling upward as if their destiny called.
The government made a new housing bond, you paid the money in to buy housing for the poor, they took care of the rest. We downsized just to pay into it and it was worth it, seeing the country rise instead of fall.
Your easy smiles and gentle teasings strung my heart and blinded my eyes. I overlooked your veering lies and shady actions and glanced the other way when you enjoyed the company of other women more than mine, convincing myself that it was merely the green eyed monster rearing its ugly head. But when you strayed, I knew for sure that you took me for a mindless fool. You made a mockery of my love and blamed me for your straying.
You abused my innocent love and cut off the happy strings of my heart.
You aren't worth my time or even a fleeting thought; you are a bad story and I choose to only read good ones.
Tears rolled down, wetting every part of her cheek. Her eyes pleaded for Succor and help, albeit that she knew no one was coming. There was only darkness as her own demons haunted and strangled her. She was suffocating. In the pain of abandonment she almost forgot how to feel. She desired amnesia so that all this suffering could fade away, fade and allow memories of laughter to soothe her, to restore peace in her life.
The anti racist isn't simply words, one must be willing to give one's life for disadvantaged others of any ethnicity if required. It means caring for them and about them without anyone asking you to. Family is family. We are each other's keepers. So when you take that vow, it's for life, til death do us part.
As the curtains open the deep gold of the room becomes the flamboyant buttercup yellow of every daydreamers wanderings.
The only ones able to hunt the bad witches are good witches, we can work alongside your standard security systems to end what the agents of negative chaos do. We would join your witch hunt of the conduits of evil, for they are our enemy as much as they are yours, perhaps even more so.
All systems with imposed orders lean toward negative chaos, and for this reason peace may only be restored through deliberate injections of positive chaos until equilibrium is achieved. It is a long road of patience and forbearance, yet this is the only lasting way to restore social peace.
Stay with me for every moment of my life. May my every breath be linked to yours. At first, I wasn't so sure, but when difficult times came, I understood our love. Our connection. Now that you've come, lemme tell you one thing, as you're near me....
May I lean my head against your chest, and keep listening to my name beating in your heart. I have written the will of my life in your name. I just want to be with you for life. Stay with me.
Let me draw a line using your fingers, in the sky. Half's yours, half's mine; we both will be the richest in the whole world, with our love. Being distant from you is not my forte, so let us go for a world tour together. You'll see the wonders of the world, and I'll see the wonder of my world- 'YOU'.
I know it’s an addiction. Everyone tells me. But it’s to painful to let go of. It’s always there for me when nothing else is. It makes my brain feel happy again. And I feel so bad to just let go because it’s like my best friend. What’s my addiction you ask? Well it’s...