Sunday, March 16, 2008

last petal

I honestly feel like I'm putting on a show sometimes.And then I get pissed when people have something to say about its mechanics.People like B and C and D,E,F,J,K,L,M,N.I thought I escaped,got away,grew up and became something.I don't even write in code letters anymore,its all proper proper English.Except for the stream of letters just above,code for people who i can't/won't/shan't name.
So what do you know that I can't wrap my head around?
Please stop this godly,'i-must-make-you-the-center-of-attention-in-a-negative-way-to-make-myself-feel-better'
/'I-am/know/will-prove-that-I'm-better-than-you' behavior.
Really,its old and its getting so annoying.

He always returned the pressure when she squeezed his hand.After all this time,it had become easy to reassure her that he was there.They had come far past the morning sicknesses and the 'i-don't-feel-like-showering-today' smells and coffee stains and black and white photography.They'd accepted each others problems and silences and moved onto lighter-on-the-heart,boring things.Pottery and Scrabble,reading at night and actually feeding the animals.It was a quiet sort of compromise,and they watched as their hairs turned saltish grey and had Twinings for afternoon tea.
This was love,as they knew it.
Golden crisp,and Tuscany-flavored.

current mood: Out in the Black- Imaad Wasif


Opinionated Jaahil said...


ManiK said...

this petal dances with the flow of the tide, swirling this way and that.