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.”
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balm.
the sight of you is a delight and a balm, instantly soothing the aches that dig themselves inside after too long an absence; and out of which seeps out an unbearable longing, a seeking to be near you once more.
communion.
My soul longs to be in communion with yours. There, in the non-physical realms, I shall find you, and together we shall be, in perfect harmony, with no holding back, no walls keeping each other apart; We shall know each other inside out and there shall be only peace, and love, and joy from reunitingContinue reading “communion.”
“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.”
seeing you.
I don’t know exactly how I see you; only that I see you differently to every one else. I do not see the look in your eyes, or the colour of your hair. I do not see the wrinkles on your skin, or the shape of your body. In fact, it is like you haveContinue reading “seeing you.”
the chair.
As I walk up to the restaurant table, around which were gathered twenty chairs, it occurs to me that what I want is not within my power. There was a particular way I want the evening to unfold – namely, that you and I should sit close to one another – but I cannot simplyContinue reading “the chair.”
early morning.
I blink my eyes open, just open enough to see that it is morning already. There is sunlight shining in through the window, and I can make you out now that it is no longer dark. The sight of you makes me smile. You are resting on your side, facing me; your head emerging fromContinue reading “early morning.”
questioning.
Forces around us cause us to bend and to flicker like flames; they sometimes threaten to put us out. We must, through our own strength, regain our footing to shine once more. Is the flame – are – the same as before? Continually shaped by the world – everything outside of us – and yet,Continue reading “questioning.”
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