Monday, May 10, 2010

Midnight Ramblings


You ask me what I'm doing.
I speak but I do not answer. To answer would be to tell you the truth, that I've been waiting here these hours, waiting for you. I sit here watching as you pass time and time again, crafting paragraphs of prose that will never be spoken. Scene after scene is drawn in my mind yet the sight when I open my eyes is a stunning reality, cold and beautiful.
Solitude suits me, feeds my darker side. It heightens my senses. Slowly I vanish into a moving lie and forget the mundane complexities of an average existence. Their battles are mine. Their triumphs, their deceptions, their lies - mine.
I scream, I laugh, I run and dance. The air turns cold and seasons change while I remain. Here. Waiting. Wishing. Wondering.
You ask me what I'm doing.
I say - nothing.

2 comments:

  1. I'm not sure what that means, or where it came from but I like it.

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  2. That's beautiful. I originally wanted to use my blog as a creative writing expressive outlet. Good for you.

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