Spinning and spinning
Listening to:
Thinking of:
It is as if everybody knew... Nobody asked.
What do you think of her? It is as if everybody knew, she was wonderful.
Her hair smelled like the ocean breeze and a whiff of lightness that her character brought, always agreeable with everybody. A person with no natural enemies, likable and just so simplistically lovely.
Would this love affair last? It's been a trying 22 years he said. Trying? Trying, he replied. Nothing is easy, even with perfection. There's distances and personalities, not just ours... It's never been easy, never a walk in the park.
Her memory twirls in his memory like a ballerina, stuck in slow motion. His image of her distorts and twists with the moves she makes, like a dance to the rhythm.
Through the sleepless nights, she's in his mind... twirling and twirling, in the field where there are flowers, lightness... He sighs as the image breaks to reality and once more in the dark, he's all alone. Him and his memories.
How long more? Is the question that's asked...I don't know, he says. I don't know, she says. A solution! is required, yet a solution is not found.
She twirls and she twirls, in his mind she twirls... He slumps into bed, dizzy... from twirling and tired, lying on the bosom of an alcohol induced spinning. His eyes closed, his conscience awake. He ponders, his mind closed... As the light fades in his mind, she twirls. Darker and darker... until the buzzer of the alarm rings, it starts once more.
What do you think of her? It is as if everybody knew, she was wonderful.
Her hair smelled like the ocean breeze and a whiff of lightness that her character brought, always agreeable with everybody. A person with no natural enemies, likable and just so simplistically lovely.
Would this love affair last? It's been a trying 22 years he said. Trying? Trying, he replied. Nothing is easy, even with perfection. There's distances and personalities, not just ours... It's never been easy, never a walk in the park.
Her memory twirls in his memory like a ballerina, stuck in slow motion. His image of her distorts and twists with the moves she makes, like a dance to the rhythm.
Through the sleepless nights, she's in his mind... twirling and twirling, in the field where there are flowers, lightness... He sighs as the image breaks to reality and once more in the dark, he's all alone. Him and his memories.
How long more? Is the question that's asked...I don't know, he says. I don't know, she says. A solution! is required, yet a solution is not found.
She twirls and she twirls, in his mind she twirls... He slumps into bed, dizzy... from twirling and tired, lying on the bosom of an alcohol induced spinning. His eyes closed, his conscience awake. He ponders, his mind closed... As the light fades in his mind, she twirls. Darker and darker... until the buzzer of the alarm rings, it starts once more.
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