Sunday, August 03, 2014
I want to fade away, like the moon light, on a hot summers day.
Her eyes, like a predatory animals, pierces through the night sky. As the silhouette of her long black hair gently caresses the curves of her cheek, while the bangs hang down upon her forehead, quite carelessly. She almost reminds me of a predatory bird, like a hawk, or an owl, perched upon the darkness as it watches it's prey. Quite beautiful, quite stout, as though readying her stance for an on coming battle. It's as though she is barely their, as if she is but a mirage of her past self, an image projected from my own being. An as I reach out my hand, into the murky sloth, as though the very darkness clings to my forearms like the musky smell of an ox, my hands only serve to rake against apparitions. As though at that moment, she had pulled herself away from the very fabric of reality. An just as she begins to once again form, my eyes stutter open, in a sudden conflict of interest, as I look over upon the bed to find nothing but empty covers.