The smoke lifts up its head and proceeds in a straight line.
As the ash drops, staining the carpet I realise what a waste these lonely moments are.
Silent, numb, sad moments of crawling time that seems to speed up only when the phone rings.
Is it her, I gamble with my self drawing lots and placing bets .
We have a winner!
The room starts to radiate with orange auras, the plants seem to grow taller and the stench of a hardened soul evaporates swiftly only to be replaced by a memory of her fragrance and the aroma of her body next to mine. Pure lust envelopes me with imploding bursts of emotions as my mouth struggles to speak a greeting
A whole galaxy of memories flood my senses..audio visual sensory overload. from the first kiss to the uncomfortable farewell. Its only been three days since she's gone
..she should be back in a couple more.
Then why do I feel drained and unworthy of life.
Why does the cold air in my house bite me as I stay awake in my sleep.
Why does the water feel like dry thorns.
Patience I convince my self is the cure to the disease.
Patience is the calm way of approaching the void.
Patience can go to hell.
I miss her terribly.