Saturday, March 13, 2010
Grumble and clattering glass is blending with music and laughter. Her eyes searched the nearby faces, for someone beyond the cocky smiles or slobbering hog desires.
Her gaze is suspecting a sudden notice; although never meet any disclosure and her sensation of sorrow remain untouched.
She, is a chic cat with her amazing hair running high over her bare shoulders, framed by a tight dress in a variety of black where the lower edge is evolving into thin socks that are striking down to her glossy and delicious needle heeled shoes.She is like a carefully mixed cocktail; of razor sharp self-confidence and shy self-esteem.
She is one step from a bored leave or a pace into someone's fumbling lust.
Here she goes, to be in the center of the importance, but are acquainted by a naked seclusion. She feels obliged to change her desensitized to the presence, but is trapped in the room of indecisiveness.
In this very moment, close to her, I would dearly grip her arm, in cheers and merriness, while we fade away by the rushing years and whilst she stand unheard, wrapped in an exciting glistering packaging, yet wilting to an aging remnant.
I would ask her not to turn away from the true meetings with us. Turn away from a mutual attendance where we choose to choose each other, not whirling our gaze to yet another treat.
But this moment crack up as if a sharp gust of wind is cutting through the room and our togetherness. She moves swiftly, like a predator against its prey, but her aim is out the door, out to her gloomy solitude where the hurt just is an old acquainted heap of sorrow.
Yet, in this instance of movement, I caught her glimpse of farewell. Caught her silent message of saying; there is no more space within me, neither to hold the joyful burst of love nor splitting faint portions of love and care to inflamed potential and regular misapprehension.
This is our poor and spiteful fate: to be divided by fear and pain, be secluded from what we rightfully own within and to be departed from our mutual bond of kin.
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