“I looked up at his chiseled face. He ran his hand on my wet hair and extended a kiss. As his lips brushed against mine, my eyes closed. Instantly. I was transported. He had the taste of sand and sunburnt skin.
“By bits and pieces your picture is forming in front of me Assembling words, images… and moments, My mind is patching you up. In the morning light, You see right through me and smile.” An Excerpt from Linger by B. – First published on Mug’s Tale
“My body and mind remember you, as if you had never left. Hints around me remind me of you being there The pillow in my room, where you lay your head While holding on to me, still holds your smell Prisoner, as if its material answered my prayer Letting a part of you stay here forever.
“XO acted his way into my life. One day, he entered through a screen, a virtual path to my very real heart. He walked all the way in, to the meanders of my subconscious mind,
“I woke up to the soft caresses of XO this morning. (..) I have rarely felt so calm and appeased after a moment like that, so pleased, so fulfilled. I wish I could say how amazing that was to XO.
If you feel like you are at the heart of a storm, Ghastly place – there is no way out, no escape, Nothing is left for you to hold on to, Sadness is washing over you, Hope has sailed away, Hang on! Don’t sink! Reach out! If not to others, Look within yourself.
“There was this tingling feeling all over me. It was within me too. Tiny specks of unknown matter were popping on my skin with a prick, rushing there in waves – some cold as ice, and others hot as fire. I could sense their force in my flesh and bones.
“The wind was brushing on my face. I was running as fast as I could, exhilarated by the empowering freshness of the air coursing through my lungs. The oxygen it contained was energizing me. I loved this forest, its feel, its sounds, its tastes.
“I could identify everything around me, yet nothing looked the same. My surroundings were cast in black and white. There was no blur, just a total absence of colors. The shapes were profoundly neat.
A tiny voice in my head: “Nice to meet you! How do you do?” How nice it would be to hear that from you. Await I did – I watched – patient in my place, Knowing a lifetime chance might never present itself again. A single phrase to a stranger’s ear could make it real.