novy

You sat in a corner of your room in a long velvet dress, the walls and ceiling were painted dark purple, so dark it was almost black. In the corner of the room opposite where you sat, there was a yellow crescent moon and a yellow star painted about 8 feet above the ground, one on the left side, one on the right.
I sat by the phone with my jaw cradled in my hand, elbow on the table. I felt that lump of dough called uneasiness grow inside my stomach. I felt it move up, through my chest cavity, my throat, until it sat dormant right behind my eyes. Displeased with this state of vegetation, it seeked release..and release was what it found. The tears came from my eyes like the source of a spring, cradled in between dark damp rocks covered with green, lush moss. The gravel spurting up where the epicenter is. I walked outside, stood on the white painted wooden porch, leaned against the rail, tears flowing, watching the sunset. The rays flashed through my eyes, igniting them like light through a polished orb of amber.
Our dreams were of smiles, holding hands, touching our foreheads together and smiling in that way only two people in love can do. Your sweet smelling long dark hair and mine dancing with each other, doing the mamba, ballroom dancing.
But we were on opposite ends of the world.
The phone rang, I picked it up and told you that distance is only a concrete measurement.
We floated above the rest and hugged in the clouds, with a smile on both of our faces, your velvet dress flowing in the wind like a curtain touched by a crisp spring breeze.
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In other news, Shaolin Soccer is a fucking excellent movie I urge everyone to go see it.