The strangest thing happened to me today. I was walking down the street smoking a cigarette when I came across an old man lying on a bench. The man sat up as I walked by and asked me, "Son. Have you ever been in love?" I simply looked at the man and said "Well of course I have", and began to walk away. But then something hit me. Wait, I thought to myself. Have I ever truly been in love? I've had my fair share of girls. I've been around for eighteen years. Surely in that vast space of time I have stumbled across love before. But the more you really think about it, eighteen years really isn't that long compared to how long life can be. And it certainly isn't that long compared to the age of the world. What is eighteen years but a millimeter segment on the yardstick of time…
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the detach of a bloody eyelash whipped her slilly as the wind swandered into the room, extracting every bit of the wish that was never made. I held on the tip of my thumb, caught with discrecion/distraction. my soul leaped in my stomache and ached for the birthday cake candles that could have been.
ReplyDeleteshe spoke softly, quivering by instinct, and shivering the cold down to the bones.
"pop you back"
"pop your neck"
"i can't," she exclaimed in cold windful tears.
"pop something, in the new name of god almighty!"
no one could hear us but him anyway. and the wind, which manages to come and go as she pleases.
"don't move"
"wish it"
she blew as hard as her first birthday party, and the blood would not come undone, fused to my finger like some little twinge in my skin.
i guess it'll always be there now.
"whatever"
"just don't worry"
i died a little. her eyeliner was never the same.