Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Circling

Fallen leaves crunched beneath his heavy, black boots. The air is cold and stings the cheek and lungs. The sun is setting so he quickens his pace; he must find her. The path he chose is surrounded by a canopy of trees and far from any human existance.
"This path," he thinks, "has been long neglected."
When he reaches the clearing, she isn't there. She promised though. He stands alone and distraught. Pondering what he will do next. Then, he hears it. A laugh. Her laugh. It cut the evening air almost as sharp as the cold breeze. He looks over his left shoulder in her direction.
"No," she says to his right. "Over here." He turns to look, and nothing. "No," she says behind him. "Over here." He turns and looks again. Still nothing. "Come and find me," she purred. "This will be fun."
Her voice was coming from every direction. He turned again and again searching for just one glimpse. The air was growing colder with each passing minute and the clearing growing dark. "Why is she hiding?"
She laughed again. "You'll never find me." Her sing-song voice taunted him. He was looking. He was searching through this vast darkness. Why could she not just approach him? He backed up to the tree line vowing to spot his temptress. She was laughing again. First to his left. Then to his right. Now behind him. It was coming from everywhere and growing louder and louder and louder...

He woke breathing fast in a cold sweat. It was only a dream. Just a dream. Another one, but this one seemed so real in comparison. All were bittersweet, but he would take what he could get to keep her there with him.


*this was intended for a piece of fanfiction that was never finished.

just maybe

all i have to say is: if i love you, then i want the best for you.
if i want the best for you, i want you happy.
and if you're happy, truly happy, so am i.

my chest is so tight i can't breathe but i know you're sleeping sound and tomorrow you're bound to wake up with that warm smile and a spring in your step.

that's all that matters now.
it's her turn. she can sew every cut i made.
she can kiss every tear away.
she can bottle up every ounce of love from you and never let it go.

and maybe, just maybe, she'll love you as truly and genuinely as i do.
because that's what you deserve.


pleasant dreams, love. for i know you haunt mine always.