As of lately, I've been in a terrible slump what with work and trying to move across the country but I'm trying my hardest. I'm hoping by joining this small but growing community that I may be able to find my way out.
That said, this is something short I wrote last night around 7:00 AM just before I went to sleep. XD I didn't navigate for whatever typos I may have made so please bear with laziness.
Often times you try to eliminate the options you have when you're out there in the world. The choices that fog your eyes and cloud your exhale; the sensations in your mouth and the words upon your tongue; the thoughtful interlude between the fight, a battle of wit and who can stay calm the longest.
But the beckoning hand of temptation swinging its scrawny limbs at you from their forehead just calls out your will to pursue. It was beginning to fade into nonsequitor lapses of discussion: Where were you - The snow's falling so heavy - "Tonight a man was" - It was around 6:00 When I - Tomorrow I'm going out to din - I've been here! - Why does this always -
When it comes to a momentary breath of silence, you sit down and hug your knees. You face your back to that which can't be let go and let it go.
Like a lingering bitter taste of cigarette on your lips, disgusting but rightfully addictive. That's one way to sell them, as with anything else.
Hey. Did you feel the same desires as I did when we both stepped in opposite directions? It was a coincidence that we couldn't help but glance over our shoulders, destroying the will to abandon but unable to recover. This glass wall that rose from our pride, allowing us to see but unable to touch but through the frosty barrier. Justice... Justice to protect both our shameful eyes and bowed heads from one another. Our mouths were moving, the words said but unspoken in your ear and my own.
Is this what we wanted? It's fine since I can remember you, even if it will never be enough. I never said I could stand on water but you asked me to prove it. What was with that anyway? Asking so much of me.
Is it alright? That now the liquid I grace with my bare feet, painting my toe nails and warming my soles is your life? If you flip the world upside down, will you see the same image and ask the same approval? Is it alright that I stride in your essence and bury myself in your machinery... Can I sleep here tonight?
The tip of the finger that paints with the floor in your blood is my declaration of inadequacy. May I pour you a downfall in the crystal glass of decay? This burns the blood beneath my skin, a flush of false hopes to relinquish me from the stalemate I've checked out to.
Did I mention that when I run my hand across your skin, it's similar to a melting cup of hot chocolate on a benumbing winter evening? Even as everything pours away from us, though your skin becomes tough against mine and your eyes widen because you recognize it as well.
This is what it is to fail, my valiant knight.
This is what it is to fail, my noble king.
This is our consequence for greed and mistrust.
And we go. Reticent voices agreeing to leave one another alone. It wasn't that we made the mistakes...
The mistakes made us.