In a room that smelled like summer,the spokes of sunlight burnt the blanket to a warm honey hued illusion of it's original whiteness.
She woke up,to the emptiness of her loss.
Her loss.The most peculiar sounding words she had ever heard.The most familiar words begin to grow meaningless when said too many times-abused,if it may be put that way.
Mornings never tasted the same..without the lingering aftertaste of passion resting upon her tongue.The very tongue,that had now turned into paper.Not the most passionate red wine could appease it..for it tasted not like it did,accompanied by the enigma of agile pecks on the lips betwixt long sips.
She began to long for the staccato voice that became her day.No morning could dare turn into an afternoon without the taste of the kiss-Goodmorning.
She longed for the hint of the smile that she banked her hopes upon,for the warmth of the hand on the small of her back..
Angered at her reckless mind that wandered with thoughts she resolved to avoid,she turned the air-conditioner off in one swift move and stormed into the kitchen,still clad in her nightclothes.
She sat herself down under the giant eucalyptus tree,lavender sunlight glinting through the spaces in its boughs.She sat amidst the aromatic eucalyptus leaves,marooned all around her feet..the medicinal smell rubbing off on her skin.
Her eyes wouldn't have gall enough to spill over-they were yet too full of denial.
"I want us to have our backs just like these little fellas do.Carry each other..and each others burdens through and through." he had remarked,with a slight smile as they had been observing an army of ants like bemused children,climbing up the big red anthill..the biggest one in their garden.Their garden.She din't know what to call it anymore.It would never be theirs the same way again.
He had dusted off the little black creatures finding their way up her legs,being careful not to kill them in the process.
The little,irrelevant details always stayed with her.That's all you've got left when someone's gone for good.
How do you live with it? How are you supposed to become the person you never imagined you would be?
When you want to crush all the anthills in the world and tell them they gave up on your faith too soon ?
When you no longer know how to breathe or to even exist anymore? When all you want is for the earth to crumble and cave in?
She now looked away from the anthill,as if the mere act of ignorance could make the maganamous ocean of sorrow evaporate.She looked upon the high,white-washed compound walls,lined with shards of green and blue glass,remenants of bottles.Reflecting sunshine and scattering it,an effect which had once added a sense of enchantment to mornings that seemed to draw on forever.
She sighed,not quite deep enough.Her lips couldn't decide upon a frown or a smile.It was Hopeless,she knew.He dwelt in the atmosphere and all its element,always around.Watching,almost half mocking.She wanted once more,to scream at his boyish stupidity and ruffle his hair,but instead let out a muffled sound from her throat,the first wail that was unanticipated.
Only he could heal the grief he caused.Heal quick the stagnant wind began to whisper.
She woke up,to the emptiness of her loss.
Her loss.The most peculiar sounding words she had ever heard.The most familiar words begin to grow meaningless when said too many times-abused,if it may be put that way.
Mornings never tasted the same..without the lingering aftertaste of passion resting upon her tongue.The very tongue,that had now turned into paper.Not the most passionate red wine could appease it..for it tasted not like it did,accompanied by the enigma of agile pecks on the lips betwixt long sips.
She began to long for the staccato voice that became her day.No morning could dare turn into an afternoon without the taste of the kiss-Goodmorning.
She longed for the hint of the smile that she banked her hopes upon,for the warmth of the hand on the small of her back..
Angered at her reckless mind that wandered with thoughts she resolved to avoid,she turned the air-conditioner off in one swift move and stormed into the kitchen,still clad in her nightclothes.
She sat herself down under the giant eucalyptus tree,lavender sunlight glinting through the spaces in its boughs.She sat amidst the aromatic eucalyptus leaves,marooned all around her feet..the medicinal smell rubbing off on her skin.
Her eyes wouldn't have gall enough to spill over-they were yet too full of denial.
"I want us to have our backs just like these little fellas do.Carry each other..and each others burdens through and through." he had remarked,with a slight smile as they had been observing an army of ants like bemused children,climbing up the big red anthill..the biggest one in their garden.Their garden.She din't know what to call it anymore.It would never be theirs the same way again.
He had dusted off the little black creatures finding their way up her legs,being careful not to kill them in the process.
The little,irrelevant details always stayed with her.That's all you've got left when someone's gone for good.
How do you live with it? How are you supposed to become the person you never imagined you would be?
When you want to crush all the anthills in the world and tell them they gave up on your faith too soon ?
When you no longer know how to breathe or to even exist anymore? When all you want is for the earth to crumble and cave in?
She now looked away from the anthill,as if the mere act of ignorance could make the maganamous ocean of sorrow evaporate.She looked upon the high,white-washed compound walls,lined with shards of green and blue glass,remenants of bottles.Reflecting sunshine and scattering it,an effect which had once added a sense of enchantment to mornings that seemed to draw on forever.
She sighed,not quite deep enough.Her lips couldn't decide upon a frown or a smile.It was Hopeless,she knew.He dwelt in the atmosphere and all its element,always around.Watching,almost half mocking.She wanted once more,to scream at his boyish stupidity and ruffle his hair,but instead let out a muffled sound from her throat,the first wail that was unanticipated.
Only he could heal the grief he caused.Heal quick the stagnant wind began to whisper.
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