Feb 2020
I find you seeping through the cracks of my dreams, like a drug entering in through the intricacies of the bloodstream. The shock slowly coursing through my veins, the fluttering of butterflies in my stomach numbing the nauseated sensation such strong remembrance brings to me. A connection so intense the feeling is of hot steam; Burning, building, only to break down from pressure between your dagger of a stare and my eyes. MY EYES, nearly bulging from their sockets, from what feels like a memory that hadn’t been unlocked yet.
You fade in, a recollection once lost, bringing emotions towards you I had wrongfully believed were depleted. It seems waves are rushing in as you saunter my way, while I stand their in awe after thinking your presence was excreted. Heart beating faster, what else in this fleeting reality could possibly matter to me, but you?
Something about you draws me in, possibly the naturality of the way you walk, the way you breathe. The effortless existence seen within the gleam of my windows to the world, whilst my brain erases what I fear to know; What is left in your path could destroy me in an instant. Though I continue to stand here, in my neutrality, not able to move as you creep your way closer to me. I find my hands beginning to tremble, you brush my hair to the side. I shudder.
You whisper so softly in my ear, something I’m unable to make out. Some disarrayed echo entering my void, lungs inhaling and exhaling as if in a panic. All I know now is that I can feel your breath, frigid like the reaper of death, sending chills deeper into my core and that one phrase resurfacing, repeating clearer than day within my cerebrum, clattering like pinball inside my skull.
“Things without all remedy should be without regard: what’s done, is done.” As William Shakespeare once wrote. Upon recognition came the sense of stun. I must go, I must leave, for there is no remedy for the past fires you left in your trail. Our past, an extremity. A place I can’t cope with in order to revisit; a momentary glance into what once was, what no longer can be, seemingly an ungraspable love now lost. Or is it?
You fade in, a recollection once lost, bringing emotions towards you I had wrongfully believed were depleted. It seems waves are rushing in as you saunter my way, while I stand their in awe after thinking your presence was excreted. Heart beating faster, what else in this fleeting reality could possibly matter to me, but you?
Something about you draws me in, possibly the naturality of the way you walk, the way you breathe. The effortless existence seen within the gleam of my windows to the world, whilst my brain erases what I fear to know; What is left in your path could destroy me in an instant. Though I continue to stand here, in my neutrality, not able to move as you creep your way closer to me. I find my hands beginning to tremble, you brush my hair to the side. I shudder.
You whisper so softly in my ear, something I’m unable to make out. Some disarrayed echo entering my void, lungs inhaling and exhaling as if in a panic. All I know now is that I can feel your breath, frigid like the reaper of death, sending chills deeper into my core and that one phrase resurfacing, repeating clearer than day within my cerebrum, clattering like pinball inside my skull.
“Things without all remedy should be without regard: what’s done, is done.” As William Shakespeare once wrote. Upon recognition came the sense of stun. I must go, I must leave, for there is no remedy for the past fires you left in your trail. Our past, an extremity. A place I can’t cope with in order to revisit; a momentary glance into what once was, what no longer can be, seemingly an ungraspable love now lost. Or is it?
The rough draft of a dream once had, but never fully grasped.
