i was thinking of you – wondering where you were, how you were, what you may be doing this moment. i was thinking of all the things i would have told you – or rather, not told you, despite my longing to tell you all. and with each step i took, i came to greaterContinue reading “the appearance..”
Category Archives: Prose
on this day.
On this day, I would have walked up to the building with a light bounce in my step, checking my reflection in the full-length windows as I went along. I would have been smiling though trying hard not to smile too much, or else it might give others the impression that I sorely love work.Continue reading “on this day.”
a declaration.
“I’m glad you agreed to come here –” she started while taking particularly slow steps towards him to keep the coffee from spilling out of the cup she was holding in both hands, “– I have longed for privacy …” He took the cup from her hands, being careful not to notice their shaking. HeContinue reading “a declaration.”
this short hour.
You arrive, quite on time. Your shirt catches my attention: it is a light green colour, gentle on the eyes, and appears soft to the touch. For a moment, I consider complimenting you, for I really do think your shirt looks nice on you, and suits you; but the words in my heart fail toContinue reading “this short hour.”
If I knocked.
I’ve always found your house oddly appealing. I suppose because it is well-kept, and no weeds seem to be growing in the front garden. Your house just looks nice, in the same way that houses can look sad, lonely, rude or proud. I like the quietness of your house, and how it stands contentedly onContinue reading “If I knocked.”
a sadness.
There are times when I think about you, and feel, somewhere in the recesses of my being, a sadness. It is subtle and barely noticeable at first, but if I think about you for long enough, my heart starts to clench, and I suddenly want to cry, without knowing why, or where this pain comesContinue reading “a sadness.”
over.
Day 1 I recognise you. Even with all these pews between us, I know it is you. I recognise your slanky figure, complete with tall height and skinny limbs. I recognise your round face and that messy, dark blonde (almost brown) hair. The sight of you flips my stomach upside down – I can scarcelyContinue reading “over.”
“this”
She could hear the sound of birds chirping in the trees. It was a warm day, early in the summer, and the sun was high up in the sky, which was blue, bluer than the shirt he was wearing. “This,” she started, waving in the air a small bundle of folded pieces of paper, “wasContinue reading ““this””
graduation day.
Today is graduation day. I put on a dark green dress, and I’ve let my hair out. I would have put make-up on too, but I ran out of time. The room is crowded with teachers, students and their parents. Everyone is talking, but I don’t mind the noise so much, as everyone seems toContinue reading “graduation day.”
inside & out.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking all these personal questions,” she started, timidly glancing in his direction. By the smile he gave her, she knew that he didn’t mind, and that, quite on the contrary, her obvious curiosity was pleasant to him. Still, he said, “Not at all.” They had been sitting side byContinue reading “inside & out.”
Words & Feelings 