The idea here is that I will post bits of personal literature and subject them to the harsh criticisms of the online community. That being said, I welcome any, preferably constructive, criticisms. After all, the finest wines are all made from stepped on grapes. So be cruel if need be; these are all living documents which I hope to make better with age.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Her Distant Gaze

Don't read too into it...

When I looked into your eyes I didn't see any reason to live, die, or put myself into an eternal hypothermic stasis. I saw the trauma of a lifetime play out as your gaze twitched back and forth, tracing the the movements of some silhouetted dance [or was it a battle] before the setting sun of a far off, non-existent, horizon. I pretended not to notice. I knew what it meant. I held you until my arms fell asleep and you pretended not to notice my desperation.

Maybe stasis is the answer – the moment was golden but the day could be better.

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