Tuesday, January 04, 2011

It's 8am My Heart's Beating Too Loud. Too Loud.

Like a magnet, pulled and pushed. I feel the air tugging at my clothes, pushing me back to collect the missing fragment of myself. A tiny little piece, just for you.

My heart beats against my ribcage, struggling, writhing for freedom as the world pulls me away, drawing me into icy cold arms. Like a tide, I swell and cringe, emotions ruled by the impulsive moon.

There was a secret, dancing in those bright eyes. A good one, one I would savour like sugar dissolving on the tongue. It's best left there, the thing I can never know but will always wonder.

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