AlexisJaded
Creativity. Stuck like honey to the roof of her mouth. She gagged, chocked, and also spat it out. It was never her strong point. People like her yearned for order and black and white to keep the world from becoming too colorful.
She loved lemons. Hell she craved them from the moment the sun rose to its peak and kissed the side of her face until she awoke. It was in that moment that she realized her lover had been long gone. Leaving only the taste of lemon lozanges in her mouth and latenight memories. Bittersweet.
He has had an un-believable amount of clout. Her dog, one which was banned from the office, once urinated across the office. And rather than the usual reprimand. His force was strong enough to clean the mess and lay the case to rest. To all, he was simply that good.
The metro was running late today. Which gave her enough time to make another walk down the strip of cement and search for loose change. The summer was the worse, all lose change would usually be found in the stick mounds of gun. But the winder was gold, the wind tended to push the silver safe into the safety of the staircase.
She returned to her mother. Let the stubby legs carry her back to mommy and crawl into an awaiting lap. It was warm, welcoming and felt much too much like home. Too bad she was too young to fit though the world thought she was old enough to tease.
Her arms were flailing in the wind as she stuck her body out the window to dry. Today was a good day, so unlike all the others. One at the beach where she spent her time forgetting her troubles and remembering what it felt like to smile and laugh so much her heart began to feel as though it would burst. This was anything but love.
She thought about him. She thought about his kisses, his love, his affection. She thought about how she missed him.But more importantly, the ache in her chest forced her to think about his future. Where he would go for college? What type of man he would become? Whether his dreams ever become as bis as his heart? Because now she knew they couldn't be. But by then, she hoped they would have become.
The features on the remote mimicked what she wished she could do with time. She needed to rewind the good moments and fast forward the tragic ones until later. She wanted to pause when she felt it was infinite and right, she cherished that time. But she couldn't, wouldn't and shouldn't feel so wrapped up in the future and past that she forgot what its like to life in the continuous moment.
The breeze was cool against the window pane. And as insignificant as it seemed, it managed to break a cold sweat and release the pent up aggression formulated by the day's work. No one ever seems to understand the life of glass, but it's an intimate one unknown by anything breathing. Inanimate objects release too.
She never liked to re-visit her feelings. Once they were acknowledged, she like to put them away and never feel them again. Whether it be the joy of knowing that there were things better to come. Or the misery of never being able to re-live the the last great joy of a lifetime.
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