The journey

JOURNEY THROUGH A MINUTE

He is silent. But his features tell a different story. His simple yet so beautiful mind filled me up in the shadows. The sun shines differently on his features, it draws her breath, it slows down her rhythm only to turn it up again. She wonders what new game her vitals must be playing with her. She swears she had never noticed so much, she didn’t care to notice. She wonders why his jaws sing a song of perfection. She wonders if the sun had planned this. She plans to look away from the glaring mischievousness in the constellations, but what stills her movements so? The show of care, reasoning and warmth so effortlessly played with the waves in her weary heart. But she reminded herself that it was nothing out of the ordinary. It is the same word she accustomed herself to hearing. The tone never made a difference. The genuine eyes of sincerity were never her cup of tea. She longs for someone to pull her out of her trance; not someone but him. This realization sets her eyes ablaze. She knew what she longed for; his embrace. She sees his eyes for the first time without her imaginations coming to her aid and gasped. She assumes she sees something. She dared not believe in them, it could be the sun again. The darned sun. But she lets herself wallow in those eyes. She wonders why she hears his voice, feels his smile and takes note of his gaze at the same time. Was it always this simple?

But the confusion lurking in the corner sets in. The fear of betrayal, the fear of distance, the fear of contentment, no, not of contentment, rather the devoid of that contentment tore what was left of her little moment to shreds. The books tell the stories of muses, of the connections found in between. But it misses the worries of real life. It sometimes dances to the tune; an unknown tune that defines the decisions. The decision to inspire is lost, it is replaced with the feeling of longing, of wanting and of holding. The mind becomes coated with despair at the foolishness it sees in the heart, but it doesn’t waver because it knows it will always be the last resort to the deserted soul left behind.

This was truly a miracle. She felt all thousand and one feelings in a minute. Blinking wildly, she looked past the thoughts. Taking his hand’s, she felt it in a flash and smiled within her. Promising to forever let the sun take the blame, she let her smile bloom at her stupidity and said her greetings.