"I STILL BELIEVE IN MAGIC AND FAIRY TALES"
They decided to turn their world around, to runaway from this loser town, it was either escape or go INSANE, so they ran a thousand miles an hour through the rain.
But the dark is always working overtime and we're always seeking something that we don't want to FIND.
They were lying in the dark, face to face, just enjoing they had each other.
They talked for hours and one said:-I will always be with you, and you can always count on me-. Then she fell asleep. He stared at her face, she looked so vulnerable and gorgeous, mostly when she cried and felt sad. The silhouttes were getting closer, they bring you what you NEED but never what you HOPE for.
They were just friends, occupying the same light, talking about themselves, shearing time, emotions, and empty words. They spent part of the night, looking at the moon, thinking about the sun, so fucking LOST, so fucking miserables...A tiny indication it was gonna happen soon, very soon, but how could he understand it? How could he experience it?...the silhouttes were getting closer, they bring you what you NEED but never what you HOPE for.
She woke up before him, he had his back at her, she stared at his bones running down his spine, his neck, white as snow, extremely beautifull and sexy, she captured the instance with his super eight canon camera, then went into the kitchen, drunk some water and smoke some weed. She could hear every single noise he made but it was too late, she felt it was not the same, the were not longer boned.
She step up, jump into the balcony and admired the sun rise & shine.
They were in the tenth floor, she watched the people going from left to right then turning back around, just as lost as them, living their sistematic and SICK lives totally out of control, wondering* if some day life will have any meaning....
The forest was about 30 Km away, she tried to ignore the tiny bright lights coming from that direction, but she couldn't.
She remembered the first thing he said to her that day in the forest: -We're all searching, time's running, we're trying to fill our lives with meaning, and we're still learning how to breath amongst all the pain and suffering. It makes me sad, but I have to say we usually forget how to do it-
She stepped back into the apartment, walked towards the bathroom and took a bath.
She thought about the last thing he said the night before, before he fell asleep. Then she thought about the silhouttes, she had sensed them when she was on the balcony, walking among the people, but she looked away, she prefered things to stay a mystery. She doesn't know when it started but now she enjoy mysterious and unespected stuff.
Maybe if she never the way things ends, then nothing ends, and so for him, and for her, everything is still happening somewhere, is it life that changes?, or we change life?.
She stepped out of the bath, put on his panda costume, picked up his trumpet and left*.
He woke up, reaching out to touch her, he was struggling to breath, as he felt her everything became brighter, then he fell into her dreams.
posted by Milena Moya M @ 6:54 p. m.
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