Passion.
Smoldering.
That tingling feeling.
The anticipation mixed with excitement wrestling just below the surface.
Second after painful second, the moment nears.
The smell of her perfume fills me.
Our faces close.
My heart races.
Our eyes lock.
Our lips touch.
Finally.
The loud thud of the motion marked the passage of time.
The minute hand moved one step closer.
I didn’t want this to end.
Another minute gone.
My breathing slowed.
The seconds ticked.
My heart raced.
Everything now
and yet…
Nothing.
Goodbye.
A voice in the darkness calling out toward me.
A voice the beckons me home.
Or is it away from home.
It beckons none the less.
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We reached with arms too short.
A dangled carrot before us.
Life.
Unfair.
Taunting us.
“Leave the spot of comfort you own.
Dive over the cliff!
Into the sea of the unknown.”
Complacency beckons us to stay.
Over the edge we go.
The world is in motion.
It never seems to sit still for very long.
When I do happen to find a spot to stop, there is always this dreaded looming fear that stuff is happening and I am not part of it.
Missing out.
Life passing by as I breath.
Is it life?
Or is it just a fantasy of life.
An illusion.
The lie that I buy into because there is somewhere else I need to get too, something else I need to accomplish.
Need.
At its basest point, it does boil down to this internal, infernal need.
As if by not fulfilling that primal lust I will be left empty.
Stressed if I do, stressed if I don’t.
Caught in between the waning and the wont.
Pulled to rest, pulled to go.
Life is short, scream YOLO.
Such a lie that that is, bought and sold on the unfulfilled promises that there is something more out there that you just have to discover.
To be fulfilled, you have to find it.
Go!
Stop.
Stay?
The voices rise in a cacophony tumultuous tense, more phony then tense.
And me.
Stuck.
In the middle.
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