the best of times
the water was flowing into the heater warming up the room. that was the only distinct sound he could hear right now. he was tired. and with a cigarette in one hand and the glass of vodka in another he was set for another long night. but only this time he was going to voluntarily pass down memory lane.
it was the best of times. he closed his eyes to a time long ago. he was at the edge, the edge of his life. wanting to feel something significant. he held her eye and in that moment he knew it. it was like a wave across the ocean battering against the rocks. their hearts pounded, tears were shed, smiles were shared, kisses were spent. she said one thing, he said another and they were lost in time. they walked along sunset kissed rivers. she adored him, and he filled her senses. they would get lost in a crowd, lose themselves in each others world. the flame was burning brighter by the minute. the world has a strange way of testing the stuff dreams are made of. they didnt realize it was burning .. slowly burning out and soon it unraveled.
he smoked a bit. pulled in a drag. and released it slowly till it left every inch of his body. he looked at the glass and played at the tip. he knew tomorrow was the day. tomorrow was the day 10 years ago.
there was pressure, a lot of it. expectations of idealism in a realistic world. standards set by passionate lovers, like two fishes in the sea once together soon lost in translation across continents. promises were broken, hearts were damaged and they could not be in the present without looking at the past. without hurting each other. he watched as it all slipped out of his fingers. he wanted something to fill his pain. he took another sip of the vodka. the warmth spread and he lay down his body across the floor.
as he looked at the roof, her smile filled his vision. he reached out for her but that was a fools errand.
now it seemed that he was just sailing from one port to another. there was something beautiful about every port he stopped at, a smile .. a laugh ... the eyes. but he still was sailing not knowing where to rest his weary body.
and he closed his eyes, images took hold of his thoughts he knew she was smiling somewhere out there.
it was the best of times. he closed his eyes to a time long ago. he was at the edge, the edge of his life. wanting to feel something significant. he held her eye and in that moment he knew it. it was like a wave across the ocean battering against the rocks. their hearts pounded, tears were shed, smiles were shared, kisses were spent. she said one thing, he said another and they were lost in time. they walked along sunset kissed rivers. she adored him, and he filled her senses. they would get lost in a crowd, lose themselves in each others world. the flame was burning brighter by the minute. the world has a strange way of testing the stuff dreams are made of. they didnt realize it was burning .. slowly burning out and soon it unraveled.
he smoked a bit. pulled in a drag. and released it slowly till it left every inch of his body. he looked at the glass and played at the tip. he knew tomorrow was the day. tomorrow was the day 10 years ago.
there was pressure, a lot of it. expectations of idealism in a realistic world. standards set by passionate lovers, like two fishes in the sea once together soon lost in translation across continents. promises were broken, hearts were damaged and they could not be in the present without looking at the past. without hurting each other. he watched as it all slipped out of his fingers. he wanted something to fill his pain. he took another sip of the vodka. the warmth spread and he lay down his body across the floor.
as he looked at the roof, her smile filled his vision. he reached out for her but that was a fools errand.
now it seemed that he was just sailing from one port to another. there was something beautiful about every port he stopped at, a smile .. a laugh ... the eyes. but he still was sailing not knowing where to rest his weary body.
and he closed his eyes, images took hold of his thoughts he knew she was smiling somewhere out there.
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