And Here It Comes
Cautiously analyzing each individual character
hoping to unlock this twisted, contorted, conundrum of my wanting Her heart a mythically, rythmically sealed apparatus
Eyes straight ahead, motive laid out, here it goes, I offer you my
soul's nectar.
Is this simple text the key i've been looking for, meticulously crafted and forged, one reworked sentence at a time. will this lead to the start of us
Send, and off it goes, i hope she understands the reason of my vector, for her.
And here it comes.
That sense of all encompassing fear. The instantaneous wave of regret. Did I rush things? Did I read her wrong? Did it come off weird?
****. 10 minutes, no reply.
this feeling make you want to die.How awful and cruel. but you resist, you persist. you insist to yourself, patience, show some faith in the cadence you felt between her and you.
20 minutes gone by, still no reply
maybe she's busy? A thousand hypotheticals flood your neurons in search of an impossible to know answer. irregular palpitations, sweaty palms. keep cool you tell yourself, stop with this self destructive thought cancer.
And here it comes
buzz buzz, the cell rattles on the coffee table, inadvertantly causing ripples on the surface of your whiskey neat that sits ready and able.
big breath. big swig, stomach twisting with nervous optimism.
and here it comes.
slowly you reach for your new destiny, all cleverly hidden in the form of a mundane response, so you think.
hold up, one sec, lets have one more drink.
Copyright © Christopher Randall | Year Posted 2015
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