lunatique
how a fragrance can bring you back, make you remember the good times and the bad times. they can show you high school evenings, summer days, rainy nights, and old love affairs. like a song, they sing you to sleep.
she's got a rocket in her pocket plugged into a socket and tied in a locket
blow it up, blow it off, get away from her explosion and run as fast as you can.
endless love. endless oceans. endless time together, lying twisted in sheets, hanging onto the night by a twisted thread. holding you close in an effort to save your smell and feel your heat beat against mine. refusing to open my eyes and acknowledge the breaking dawn, because today our love is endless.
i once begged my mother for her book of recipes. she told me that she never used them, that everything was stored away in her head: all the cookies and cakes and delectables that followed us through the years. after much badgering, she finally gave in and wrote them down. i was disappointed to find that, even though i followed them exactly, something was missing...it must have been her.
first edition books smell like my mother's attic. a little musty, too much handling, lots of words exchanged. perhaps home to some small creature and boundless imaginations. gold lettering peeling off, revealing nothing but the most important thing we have: words.
the crystalline facade shimmers under the roasting sun. bits of sand stick to the bottoms of my feet, burning their imprint forever. i dip a toe into the ice, and jump, breaking the surface tension as well as the tension in the air that you could cut with a knife.
it's a typical summer day.
after the passion had subsided, the sheets were rearranged, the room put back together, all that was left of their moment of weakness were the matching red blotches that bloomed on their cheeks.
the ragged edges of her sleeve grew damp as she wiped them across her watering eyes. how could this happen? how could the world as she knew it fall so drastically apart?
how could something so whole and real become immediately, with one kiss, such a shambles?
i fit perfectly into her arms. her chin rested on my head, and our hearts beat next to each other. i have never found another who fit against my body when we slept the way she did.
she fit perfectly.
discovering new lands, new ideas, new faces, new places...what a rush. how fantastic would it be to be the first one to set eyes on a new world?
how....free.
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