He sits in the back seat, staring out of the window. His mind is blank, and his eyes do not register anything. He hears nothing, only the deafening sound of silence. All he can do is feel. And he is engulfed with a familiar, uncomfortable feeling. An overwhelming presence.
He looks at her, sitting next to him. She too is staring out of the window, consumed by her own thoughts. A serene aura encapsulates her, and he instantly feels at ease. He feels like he's finally home.
She turns and looks at him. At his soul. He feels exposed and vulnerable, which is always how he felt around her. After all these years, it seems that things haven't changed. He looks back at her. An overwhelming presence.
When just moments ago he could only feel, he now felt nothing. He was only able to see. A spectator in his own world. He is mesmerized by the moment, only he doesn't know it yet.
She reaches out to him, resting her hand softly on top of his. And suddenly, the world pauses. To him, this moment is the epitome of perfection. He finally is able to feel again. But this time it's different. This time it feels right. It feels undeniable. And it feels eternal.
The entire world collapses in on itself. Reality settles in, along with an overbearing feeling of emptiness. He lies in bed, desperate to drift back to the moment, but it is long gone. Just like her. And as always, his memories of her came rushing back, abusing and torturing his broken heart.
An overwhelming presence.
He looks at her, sitting next to him. She too is staring out of the window, consumed by her own thoughts. A serene aura encapsulates her, and he instantly feels at ease. He feels like he's finally home.
She turns and looks at him. At his soul. He feels exposed and vulnerable, which is always how he felt around her. After all these years, it seems that things haven't changed. He looks back at her. An overwhelming presence.
When just moments ago he could only feel, he now felt nothing. He was only able to see. A spectator in his own world. He is mesmerized by the moment, only he doesn't know it yet.
She reaches out to him, resting her hand softly on top of his. And suddenly, the world pauses. To him, this moment is the epitome of perfection. He finally is able to feel again. But this time it's different. This time it feels right. It feels undeniable. And it feels eternal.
The entire world collapses in on itself. Reality settles in, along with an overbearing feeling of emptiness. He lies in bed, desperate to drift back to the moment, but it is long gone. Just like her. And as always, his memories of her came rushing back, abusing and torturing his broken heart.
An overwhelming presence.
This is you're place, in writing and lost in own thought. This is where you have to come sometimes... The world of blogging to just be exhale and just be
ReplyDeletei noticed your comment more than a year later... talk about crappy response time. and yes, it's all about exhaling when there's no other channels to exhale through. sometimes it's nice to just quietly let out the gibberish that piles up in my head.
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