Wednesday, April 25, 2007

I wrote this a year and a half ago:

To feel pain. To feel love. To feel warmth. Summer rain beating against a dewy window. Crying until your eyes turn blue. The sizzle of walking on hot pavement. Diving into a freezingpool of water. Running in the crisp autumn air until your breath hurts. Turning over the silkycloth of a pillow in the deep night, feeling the underlying side’s cool refreshment. A meal. Waterstreaming off your body after standing up in the bath tub. Naked feet pressing into a richcarpet. Listening. Silence.

1 comment:

maram said...

Amazing, well done!
I enjoy reading your stories "written work".
You are very talented. Keep it up!