I am the chaos and you are the cosmos

Saturday, June 27, 2009

purple for nostalgia

Remembering Sunday
from Juliet Simms' POV

I'm not coming back, I've done something so terrible
I'm terrified to speak but you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt
Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair

Out of my mind, keeping an eye on the world
So many thousands of feet off the ground
I'm over you now I'm at home in the clouds
Towering over your head

Now she awakes from her nightmares, a daily routine since she left,
but what's the point when reality and virtual do not differ?
Fearing to fall asleep, fearing to wake up and greet the world,
She forgot the feeling, the feeling of being embraced, the feeling of being
loved

The eternal bliss that was right infront of her,
crept up to her like a spy,
silently, soundlessly,
wordlessly.
Brushing against her once soft, warm and tender skin,
it quickly turned cold, at least she thought it happened all too fast
She opened her eyes to find the culprit,
only to see him disintegrate as his eyes of crystal clarity
look back at hers in regret, in penitence.
As though she was looking back at her reflection.

This place seems like a stranger all of a sudden.
A stranger she has been wanting to know all along.
"So let me go, and you will find someone" he said.
Then again how can anything or anyone be a stranger
when he's in every part of this erratic world?
Perhaps he has been a stranger all these while,
perhaps what she had seen were the facades he had put on so sly.

Tousling her long wavy hair, she got up
in her and undies and overworn tank top which smelt of him
she walks up to the white-framed windows,
wondering if the colour under the paint is black.
Filling up with a breath of the scented summer air,
could easily be the only highlight of the day
until she looks up to see the familiar stranger
with the same look in the eyes
directed at someone else.

Originally written by Mindy Chow.

posted by minthol cigarette. # 9:50 AM