Friday, August 29, 2008

The mediterranean wind blew through his hair; its blue eternities were lost in his eyes as he looked at me, smiling effortlessly. The sun, setting slowly behind me lent its glow to his face.

I remember it perfectly - this moment. I remeber him perfectly. He smelt of summer rain and earth. My fingers through his hair, my face against his, his breath on my neck as we danced. The life, the power in his chest. The hidden love, sweet desperation, the longing clutch on moments in his company... the time flowing like water through our fingers.

That evening, on the mediterranean, with his smile, with his mystery and his love - that evening he said words thick with truth, steeped in emotion. And as a thin veil of clouds moved silently through the sky, he drew the gun, pulled the trigger and ended it all.

Accross the Looms that keep Us together
These People form my World


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