Time:7:36 pm
It was from those eyes where all lights departed that gave me my first hopes of passion.
Almost obligated to love, I take out the cotton stuffing inside my heart and stitch it back with shaking hands. I spread the contents of my existence in an open concert of flying notes, the audience capture in them in a robotic frenzy and put it inside their ears. I turn around to face a boy, so expressionless and unconcerned to his surroundings. I kiss him on the forehead then slowly blindfold him. He does not move, only twitching slightly to the deep thuds of music in the background.
I wave my hands loose in the air, eyes closed. He does the same. I move my shoulders back and forth, he copies. I bring my face close to his, and he kisses me.
As our fingers entwine I start choking, it was not supposed to turn out like this. I clasp my free hand to my neck, an inward scream generates in desperation. My eyes widen as a fire starts to burn up from my lungs. A blackness hovers like death. The crowd in the distance cheers.
Don't surrender, don't surrender.
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