Parts IV and V
There is to much on my mind, which is why Im turning to the written word in hopes that it will calm the raging thoughts .. having not written in a while it feels a tad rusty, the words feel forced and abit uneven, but it is what it is, and that is where I would leave it. As always, the prompts come from that great community 31_days.
Title: Hum and Sway
Day/Theme: 4 September - "Just like kites with no strings"
There was always this sense of flux and flow when we were in each other’s stratospheres, whether it was on the periphery or in the eye of the storm, we would battle against each other, or swing together as the arrow points to north.
He was the breath on the wind, whereas I had my feet firmly planted amongst the green. In much the way that music which vibrates against every particle of the body, he strummed and swayed against my skin, dipping his tongue and running his hands downwards playing virtuoso against the cusp.
Even with my head on his chest there was this feeling of impending sense of dread or bliss - nothing was ever simple or logical, there wasn’t a feeling of concurrent energy flowing in harmony but more so the feeling was one of great implausible depths that we would plumb, or the sense of running away from it all.
And would I change it? Give it all up to be with another more akin to the ground, or closer to the flame, no I doubt I’d ever change the thoughts, processes or the dance.
Title: Where Dreams Lie
Day/Theme: 5 September- "Do you know what side of the glass you are on?"
He wondered what went through her mind when she withdrew from him, deep inside her head where he couldn’t follow - he wondered, what thoughts kept her awake in the darkness.
Sometimes when she talked in her sleep he was able to follow her journeys deep under red skies and purple landscapes, the grasses which would brush against her thigh deep, he understood her in these moments even if for a brief moment in time when everything stopped and the world ceased to turn - only to start up again a second later.
But it was in that one second that stretched the length of his hand and then ten, that he understood that she balanced herself between the two and over there, he may not be able to touch her, but here in the instance of deep sleep he could only watch and hope that when she woke, that wherever she went, it fixed whatever it was broken inside of her.
Title: Hum and Sway
Day/Theme: 4 September - "Just like kites with no strings"
There was always this sense of flux and flow when we were in each other’s stratospheres, whether it was on the periphery or in the eye of the storm, we would battle against each other, or swing together as the arrow points to north.
He was the breath on the wind, whereas I had my feet firmly planted amongst the green. In much the way that music which vibrates against every particle of the body, he strummed and swayed against my skin, dipping his tongue and running his hands downwards playing virtuoso against the cusp.
Even with my head on his chest there was this feeling of impending sense of dread or bliss - nothing was ever simple or logical, there wasn’t a feeling of concurrent energy flowing in harmony but more so the feeling was one of great implausible depths that we would plumb, or the sense of running away from it all.
And would I change it? Give it all up to be with another more akin to the ground, or closer to the flame, no I doubt I’d ever change the thoughts, processes or the dance.
Title: Where Dreams Lie
Day/Theme: 5 September- "Do you know what side of the glass you are on?"
He wondered what went through her mind when she withdrew from him, deep inside her head where he couldn’t follow - he wondered, what thoughts kept her awake in the darkness.
Sometimes when she talked in her sleep he was able to follow her journeys deep under red skies and purple landscapes, the grasses which would brush against her thigh deep, he understood her in these moments even if for a brief moment in time when everything stopped and the world ceased to turn - only to start up again a second later.
But it was in that one second that stretched the length of his hand and then ten, that he understood that she balanced herself between the two and over there, he may not be able to touch her, but here in the instance of deep sleep he could only watch and hope that when she woke, that wherever she went, it fixed whatever it was broken inside of her.