Before the Interlude

The plot thickens, and what was once blur and smeared, was replaced by the rainfall of bed pillow feathers around me during the flight down.  My head was tilting upward, while the rest of the body was falling on its back in slow motion into the fitted sheets surface of the bed.

Ten thousand words and the fingertips were swollen.  The protagonist is sitting in the rotating swivel chair.  Stares were fixed at the plywood ceiling, the blades of the fan cuts through the rush of the air, while his mind went across, over and beyond, his chest was inside a tortoise shell, waiting for the predator to walk on by.

All the anecdotes were meant to cloak the meaning, and so they decided to defer, just to watch the sunset instead.  The lines that may have seemed senseless at first, proves to be as unblemished as the summer blue skies, their rhymes the gentlest of whispers.  They are finally here.

A long and steady minor chord whistled out the trumpet’s lips, followed by the subtlest melodies which glided through the breeze. They are as light as the dandelions sailing the horizons, and he tried to catch each playing note when she also agreed to close their eyes together, “do you remember?”  He asked.

“When you poured in my drink and I was grateful, then I said thanks, so you poured in some more.”

“I remember.”  She promised.

And then they danced, and danced some more.  And afterwards, their backs rested against the wooden bench by the sea to watch the descent of a God, and while at it, in respect, they wore sunglasses throughout the funeral of the day.

And it was perfect.  Nothing could ever beat that feeling, they thought.

Halfway through the fall, when I remembered the time I went to see a fortune teller to get a glimpse of the future through a crystal ball.  A failed attempt, as my stars ridiculed me when I saw only death.  I think somehow I understand why, and so I decided to stay awake for as long as I could, to never close these wandering eyes.

And everything around me started to move, took pace and eventually carried on. I envy the bees that swoon over and courted each daffodil and sunflower.  The stillness of the earth was so reassuring, I feared the sudden jolt of the quake.

We defied sleep when it was time to, just because we did not want to miss out.  Coffee was an ally, poetry was the defense.

We were stubborn as we were also discerned, fools as we were also blissful.

And as this fragile body reached its destination, when all limbs landed perfectly still against the cushions, I couldn’t help but to feel, that I am falling still.

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