I find myself imprinting .. which draws forth .. a beautiful well .. stream of words from me .. at times i don't believe it's me .. but it is .. latest story with me .. her name is .. for lack of literary genius .. let's call her .. Algerian beauty .. it is .. her .. that makes me that .. i can't help it .. it just is .. you'll see what i mean .. words fail .. i swear they do.
I fill my stomach .. Yet i'm nowhere near full
I drink .. Trying to quench the fire .. It burns brighter
Trying to fill the void .. Every second spent in your wake
Every moment in my being .. Dedicated .. To what .. To something .. To someone .. I barely know .. What is this power they possess .. Those wardens of ours .. The Intent .. The clear cut purpose .. This utter devotion .. This urge .. The illogical drive to thrive .. The senseless passion to cushion .. The pathetic migratory slumber .. The steps we take ... it's bleak .. our chances are bleak .. the paths fork into a million others .. all twisting and leading to one
Failure
The next one Hurt more .. coz i thought
My ears prick up at the sound of slippers treading .. Gliding .. Flowing through the corridor .. I shutter my eyes .. Bolt them with willpower .. My head sways with the steady rhythm of her approach .. I seek the wall for support .. Leaning .. Banging my head on the plastered walls .. Their resonance noncompliant with stone .. More a feeble attempt at decent walls .. Still .. The air crisp and dry .. The warmth flows away from me .. The tendrils of the cold caressing my back .. Creeping down my spine .. I almost forget .. And her scent .. The oh so everpresent odor stinging my nose .. A thousand needles stabbing .. Sticking .. Probing my conscience .. Wooing me into consciousness .. The confluence on which upon falters my determination .. Conceding to the wishes of my foolish heart .. My eyes are pried open as i lose the war with matter .. Then she does descend upon the mountain that is my infatuation .. It quivers with anticipation .. The sound and smell once a mosaic .. Now a masterpiece completed with my eyes .. The cauldron of passion brewing under the surface .. Tipping lazily to one side .. Sloshing .. The air grows thin .. Breath comes in shallow croaks .. My vision blurrs .. The light suddenly overwhelming .. Till there was she .. The soft glow emanating from her figure .. The playful slaps of the veil on her shoulder .. The mischevious strands streaking behind her .. The tentative globes blaring with power .. Her blouse hanging loosely exposing an inch of skin .. The blood coursing through my vessels .. Burning .. Heat leaves my skin in waves .. Those pools of hazel .. Boring into my soul .. My eyes fail me .. They fail to capture .. The extravagance .. The sure step .. That carefree laugh .. Not insolent .. Not boasting .. Neither measured nor prosthetic .. She passes me .. Dragging .. Pulling .. Bleeding me dry .. the last pitter-patter of those delicate feet .. Distantly disappearing around the the corner .. This existence of mine once more plunged into a drab colorless odorless world of shadow .. Heading off for a consolatory cigarette .. I think once more .. Reason takes over .. I shrug this trance off .. Willing it .. Pleading with it.. Shutting it into the darkest most desolate corners of my mind .. Only to spring back at her sight ..for i know it cannot .. Will not should not .. Be
and now .. i wait .. for the next time i'm plunged into the world of the living ..
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