Old Volumes
There was a moment when her desire for it turned into disgust for herself. She constantly shoved temper on her for a very good reason. The passion was lacked of a smile, an essence. The thinking came padded in a white foreign thought as she promised to herself dearly. Never embedding the ceasing hopes anywhere near that building, for people around her never ever came back again after they went in.
It’s been a year.
If thing’s weren’t so complicated. If she was given a third option. If she knew that knowing was better than wondering at any rate.
The scent of a woman lingered in you. A split second to observe, she scratched out for that gathering speed under the August Sky. At first, it was all about describing the vivid movement. Later it was more than a story. He listened intently as she set the scene and she’s always taking that shade of deep breathe only she can hear. Water’s getting harder to track, she mustered the courage to overcome the tortured conversation while closing her eyes, trying to remember the details of his face, telling her everything is all right. Sometimes, a smile lingers across as that images play silently in her mind, but most of the time, it was a puddle of blur tone. That’s when the memory’s playing hide and seeks with her, pleading for a difference.
The noise and warmness among people across the street only reminded her even more of the wide awake loneliness when alone. She wondered how they’d remember her.
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Once in a while, you Google up her name just to find her.
Yet you are convinced only by that slightest feeling long gone. Somewhere like outer space, she’s found some better places.
There was never an answer anyway.
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That was many years ago.
