It's mid-morning,i can tell from how bright the light coming through the half opened curtains.I awake to find the most beautiful pair of eyes I have laid my eyes on,hazel eyes with hints of bluish and yellowish streaks in them.These were the same eyes that i fell in love with just days ago.Looking at them is like watching an artist taking pride in his masterpice.Peering through your eyes is like looking into a looking glass,a piece of work where mysteries are to be unraveled upon every peek.I always love to look into your eyes,they gave me reassurance and a sense of comfort knowing that it it's your eyes that see the best of who I am."Good morning love" I faintly let out in my half awake consciousness,"Good Morning sleepyhead" you say so tenderly.I can tell you'd been awake for quite sometime as I smell bacon in the air ,however still in your pj's which consisted of just an over-sized t-shirt that belonged to me.You lay beside me resting your head on your hand,as the senses slowly return to me,i smell the bacon scent on you "Mmm,you smell yummy" i say cheekily ,grinning with my eyes still half open.The sun catches you and it overcast a shadow over me,the glare catches me in the eyes,like those overly dramatic scenes from those love stories you see in the movies.You stroked my cheeks,which i hadn't shave in a week.I take hold of your hands cupping my cheek and i take comfort in your warm embrace."You need to shave" she says and i nod in compliance,"You look old unshaved if you haven't noticed" she continues
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------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ And i think i shall stop here.Someone read the Russian ballerina and thought it was brilliant and asked me how i did it,and all i said was "it all began with a dream". This part is no where near the ending neither the beginning,somewhat in the middle if i may say so.
We take a slow walk down boulevard avenue in mid autumn.Pine and Oak trees line the road,in the saddest shade of red imaginable.Dead leaves red as though they were on fire lined the road.The sun began to sit and the different shades of orange;tangerine,rust,amber,pumkin,caught between the branches,twigs and soon-to-fall leaves formed the most brilliant shadows ever.It was just me & you along this lonely avenue,just you & me."Don't you wish it were like that day?" you said all of a sudden not specifying which day. "Today isn't that day,things have change,it was different back then."And With the distant rustling from the leaves by the breeze,everything thing was silent again and I realize how much I missed this,it wasn't so bad.I look at my hand,then yours,didn't again did I feel alone.You were just some girl.
________________________________________________________________________________________ sorry,can't help it,i just felt like writing .haha.I apologize,it isnt exactly...organized.when has it ever anyway?
Cheerio.
p.s. i realize i've wrote alot. i.e. 5 post have all been like..stories man.
"Don't worry,I know when to give up,and this would be it " I whisper barely audible.The last few words I'd ever say to you,i know I'd regret saying those things,like all the other words I've ever said.,I live with these regrets everyday.A man once said to me "It's all about letting go." that was then,when man slaughter man,dog eat dog world.It was all different now,all so very different.
