An unsettling dream haunted the ghouls of memories past.
A prolonged embrace, a lingering glance... Failure to recognize even that which should have been familiar.
A simple question, from an unknown, jarred my proclaimed peace, and I bit my lip to stabilize myself.
Then I ran, hurriedly, urgently, and called out.
He stopped. Discomfort pervaded his body.
My face was flushed, but my heart - the organ - stayed still.
I let him go in polite and shameful modesty.
The breeze of uncertainty lingered, the strands of cacophony tickling my core... but then it dissipated to hesitation and cowardice.
About Me
- astigma
- Precocious but naive; contemplative but impulsive; complaisant but fiery; hurt but stubbornly dreaming. Never satisfied, and yet still believing in true happiness, because I cannot do otherwise... I am a romantic at heart, but converting to realism by day. I dream excessively, hope incessantly; and yet discouragement finds me in every nook and cranny. But I crawl forward, towards a dim separation from my former mundanity and towards a new light - of worldliness, I want; but of what truly, I don't fathom, for fear of arrogance or self-delusion.