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14 April 2010 @ 10:30 pm
Strolling Before Sleep  
This little piece beckoned for me to compose it before I could sleep last night. With the final word splashed up there, I crashed. Upon waking, I titled, dated, and prefaced this piece, which I feel, speaks for itself. I feel that the winds in my sail at present are good ones, for once in a great long time, and I cannot wait to see where they take me. As for how the piece is structured, don't ask me. This is how it wanted to be written and so it is.

Strolling Before Sleep

My eye lids are drooping, heavier each minute I try to fight them.
My mind is whirling like a frenzied hard drive, not helping my eye lids' cause.
It's trying to save every frozen image, every single second from tonight.
I would have loved to paused time, in any of those singular seconds.
I would have them drag on for hours, even weeks, in slow motion.
Sitting in slow time, living through moments of sweet embrace eternal.

Until time resumed normal speed.
Always ruining my fun, that one.
Never moving at the speed I want it.

Slow time, fast time, normal time...it was worth it.
Every single second of every single minute of every single hour,
and this day, the day prior, and the one before that.
This world could very likely burn tomorrow, and I'd die happy.
The story was just beginning and ending it so abruptly in such fashion would be awful.

Those soft, pouty lips and long, silky hair.
Slender, caressing fingers wrapped in mine.
Warm, brown eyes glisten in the night lights.

How I long for a much lengthier story, with no end in sight or worry of it.
Though, only time will tell what will become of our story.
Current Mood: indifferentindifferent