It's 5AM, in Sweden, which is where I am. I think I have slept for a grand total of 3 hours since leaving Vancouver on Friday at 5PM. Despite how tired I feel, I can't sleep. I think it's because my baggage didn't make it. I don't like not having my stuff....
Anyways, 4:30 AM is a great time for thinking. I had this thought, that turned into an internal argument and the final result was this story:
Her soul walks into the room,
She glances his way.
Intense eyes meet hers.
Flooded with images
A walk, a dance, a journey.
A loving embrace, slowly replaced with crossed, defensive arms.
A single tear is shed, followed by the downpour.
She stares back, at her love.
Representing everything that was
And will never be.
Her heart sinks, at least whatever is left.
A moment, true clarity.
Her soul walks out of the room,
Leaving behind the shred of a man she once loved.
Is there any point to me trying to sleep now?
~Bean
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Don't let this stop all the love in your heart from showing. Wish we all could come up there when you get home and give you a hug. 10 sheep and a bean..........
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