I will find you in that garden filled with grey leafless trees, red roses, dark brown soil and yellow butterflies. And then you will slowly start moving towards the red brick and invaded by poison ivy, house. As usual you will be wearing a black and grey striped suit, your tie untied, your big black eyes will be looking fearless towards the brick house, you seem to step decided to go that way ... and yet so undecided. And yes, I will be watching from the window, behind the heavy curtains with flower pattern. Eventually I will go and lay on the sofa, my blue eyes staring in vain, and I will be waiting for you to enter the room. Then, suddenly I will decide, and I will grab my sweater, and run down the back stairs, open the door and run breathless into the garden. Then I will realise that you have just stopped to watch a bee dance joyfully on a rose, and by doing this you must have spotted me running in the garden. I see you see me, I stare into your lost, light brown eyes; your skeletal face looks evil, before it used to be just ugly and repulsive. I try to put some skin and some light on your face. Unfortunately I can not do that. I simply start running and screaming 'I WANT MY LIFE BACK!! I WANT MY OWN LIFE BACK!; and you, you will be right behind me slowly catching up.
As I am running on that narrow street, I just dare for one second to turn my head, and I catch a glimpse of your eyes turning red. I start running faster ... but then so do you... and then just when I feel like fainting I see, not far away , a small house. I enter her garden full of violet flowers , and I start knocking heavily hoping that someone will open the door. You are not far behind, I keep on knocking the black wooden door but nobody answers, so I knock even harder, but you are approaching . The moment you will be entering the gate an old woman will slowly open the door, and I will scream into her face: 'Let me in !!!! Let me in!!!' and she will scream back: 'FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER!!!' and the old woman will not want to move from the door. Then I close my eyes and after a few seconds I open them; you are just in front of me, with a pathetic smile on your face, with your eye lids half close; I just get sick, I almost puke, and then you start telling me how much you like me, and how glad you are that you found me; I get sicker. I force a smile, excuse myself, make up a lie about a project that I must urgently finish. You reach to kiss me, I try to avoid but somehow you manage to touch my lips with yours; I get very sick. I just leave the room, trying to clear my mind of you and fill it with nice thoughts.
The side walk is full of dead leaves, I smell the rain in the air, the cold air is refreshing and my intoxicated brain will welcome it. As I am walking slowly, thinking about colours,fonts, make up,costumes and stories the other you appears before my eyes. Wonderful light touches your face, and your smile is simply bewitching ; as I speak to you my words become illogical, and I say everything and nothing. I simply avoid talking to you for too long. My face is turning purple, and you just stare at me. I have to say good bye and run. On my way I will keep on avoiding hitting people. I keep thinking about you, and how I wish to have the guts to talk with you for more than three minutes.
It's morning and the clouds seem to be creeping slowly into the house and jump with me in bed. I hide under the quilt. I uncover myself after a few minutes and a ray of light hits my eye. I stand still in the middle of the bed dressed in my blue pyjamas, then my fat arms reach a bottle of watter and I drink it with great thirst. The chase will probably go on as the next night will emerge ...
As I am running on that narrow street, I just dare for one second to turn my head, and I catch a glimpse of your eyes turning red. I start running faster ... but then so do you... and then just when I feel like fainting I see, not far away , a small house. I enter her garden full of violet flowers , and I start knocking heavily hoping that someone will open the door. You are not far behind, I keep on knocking the black wooden door but nobody answers, so I knock even harder, but you are approaching . The moment you will be entering the gate an old woman will slowly open the door, and I will scream into her face: 'Let me in !!!! Let me in!!!' and she will scream back: 'FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER!!!' and the old woman will not want to move from the door. Then I close my eyes and after a few seconds I open them; you are just in front of me, with a pathetic smile on your face, with your eye lids half close; I just get sick, I almost puke, and then you start telling me how much you like me, and how glad you are that you found me; I get sicker. I force a smile, excuse myself, make up a lie about a project that I must urgently finish. You reach to kiss me, I try to avoid but somehow you manage to touch my lips with yours; I get very sick. I just leave the room, trying to clear my mind of you and fill it with nice thoughts.
The side walk is full of dead leaves, I smell the rain in the air, the cold air is refreshing and my intoxicated brain will welcome it. As I am walking slowly, thinking about colours,fonts, make up,costumes and stories the other you appears before my eyes. Wonderful light touches your face, and your smile is simply bewitching ; as I speak to you my words become illogical, and I say everything and nothing. I simply avoid talking to you for too long. My face is turning purple, and you just stare at me. I have to say good bye and run. On my way I will keep on avoiding hitting people. I keep thinking about you, and how I wish to have the guts to talk with you for more than three minutes.
It's morning and the clouds seem to be creeping slowly into the house and jump with me in bed. I hide under the quilt. I uncover myself after a few minutes and a ray of light hits my eye. I stand still in the middle of the bed dressed in my blue pyjamas, then my fat arms reach a bottle of watter and I drink it with great thirst. The chase will probably go on as the next night will emerge ...
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