My dreams are still haunted by those large soft brown eyes. As much as I try to swerve those skittering images from my head, they just keep pounding into my soul, trying somehow to melde with the core of my existence. I still recall how the soft white snowflakes created an esoteric contrast with the obsidian curls, that seemed so arcane and yet its beauty was innocent and imune to evil. The powerful thump of my heartbeat never ceased to halt in awe everytime I landed my eyes on that wonderful and yet so fragile being. Had I known our love was not meant to be, I would have never let her slip trough my fingers like glass.
I clench my hands tightly at the rushing and incessant memories. It's tormenting me to the blink of insanity.
The way her laughter echoed through the forest, or how the fragile and creamy feet made their way on the mountain road. Her tiny figure that exposed itself when she ran enthusiastically alongside myself is as vivid and lucid as the scars that littered my soul. She resembled a deer, a swift and gracious reality, but so ephemere...Saying that love is slippery can be considered a cruel euphemism, for the decadent emotion makes you jump on the thin line that separated madness and sanity. The almost invisible thread fills me with dread, but at the same time makes me somewhat relieved, because I feel. It doesn't matter what, but I no longer am numb to sensation, no matter how it fatefully marks and claws at my already bleeding heart. It drives me over the border of overwhelming nothingness, the myraid of thoughts never stop. I lay on the cold gravel trying to urge mother nature in blending me with the universe. In burying me into the mysterious ground just in the pathetic hope of being reunited with her. I want to disappear...
Sper ca e ok. :)))
