She is teetering, wobbling on untreaded territory. Spinning a quick 360, yet still no familiar faces in sight, no warm smiles, no humble abode to call home. Her strength is fueled by the slow deadening of desire. Her quiet patience has been bred by several a defeat and many a disappointment. She has come to terms with the absence and tries her best to embrace independence.
He is wandering, blindly clawing at colorless, shapeless silhouettes. His perspective of time is drowned amidst disproportional yesterdays and tomorrows. Every day interchangeable for the next or the last, it all fuses into one ugly blur. He is master of his conscience, controller of his greed. He suffocates memories of her smile, extinguishing any leftover, burning embers.
But behind her ever-fading shadow, he wants her to know that she's done nothing at all to make him love her less. It's a pity she's already realized that she does not deserve to love anyone else if she cannot first love herself.
Tonight, they lift their tired gazes up towards the street lights. Those orange, glowing pendulums of what they would like to believe is hope, shine throughout the night. At the first hints of the sunrise, they dim low and greet darkness, with conviction.
About Me
- Tiffany
- Perhaps what lacks undergoing cannot be embraced. On her own as her only, asking neither pity nor grace. Adrift, astray, missed the last train of today, but lift your chin little girl. Soon enough, bright ahead the sun wakes, again dares to show face.
