His movements are subtle,
A sweet illustration,
A still from a classic film
She could never quite forget,
Although she never spoke about it.
"How does it feel?" He asks.
"It feels **** and all you can do is wait it out.
I've always thought about it like returning to myself, as if she's sitting somewhere in a garden, waiting for me.
A vibrant figure amongst forgotten orchards, light blue hands immersed in the greenery, humming a tune once familiar to me,
But somehow distant now.
One that existed before I began to think of myself in multiplicity, before she manifested as separate from me."
There is glitch in the scene and for a second he dissolves, and then reappears. He touches her cheek, and smiles.
"Then what are you doing here with me? With this illusion? I manifest time and again as the same man, to exhaust your skin, to grab you with both hands and then discard you, and yet you always return to me, and not her."
I pick up my things and walk away, I hear him humming as I walk, a tune I could recite off by heart.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
His movements are subtle,
A sweet illustration,
A still from a classic film
She could never quite forget,
Although she never spoke about it.
"How does it feel?" He asks.
"It feels **** and all you can do is wait it out.
I've always thought about it like returning to myself, as if she's sitting somewhere in a garden, waiting for me.
A vibrant figure amongst forgotten orchards, light blue hands immersed in the greenery, humming a tune once familiar to me,
But somehow distant now.
One that existed before I began to think of myself in multiplicity, before she manifested as separate from me."
There is glitch in the scene and for a second he dissolves, and then reappears. He touches her cheek, and smiles.
"Then what are you doing here with me? With this illusion? I manifest time and again as the same man, to exhaust your skin, to grab you with both hands and then discard you, and yet you always return to me, and not her."
I pick up my things and walk away, I hear him humming as I walk, a tune I could recite off by heart.
