i tried to blink my eyes as the millionth mile passed on this dried, checkered freeway to nowhere. it had occurred to me that I hadn't done so in quite some time. my mind lost in the brush and water-raped painted landscape and my heartbeat almost nonexistant. my fingers wrapped like the torture vice over what's left of the navigational ring affixed to the gauge console of the barely moving vehicle I'm confined to. My foot like the weight of my malediction upon the gas pedal, unmovable even to the greatest of giants. I conjured enough strength to change the tuner to a more pleasant tune....
I was thinking about a picture. not a photograph or a painting or something material, but a memory of someone...something not exactly angelic. I never was able to reach out and grab an angel the way i touched her. this person surpasses the ethereal court by about the length of a stream of thought through a second of light. do you know what sort of breath I'm talking about? the sort that burrows itself throughout every cell and molecule in your lungs and even spills back into your throat? that one, yes. the one i experience when my thoughts focus on her smile. not the whole smile, but just the end of her lips as they press her cheek aside and reveal a slight overlap and coverage...just enough to make you want to run your tongue over the edges and in through the teeth. i thought about her smile as my breath choked me. then her eyes gliding left to right as she ponders something spoken in a logical deduction of facts ascertained. slightly distracted by a tangled claw of her hair in a completely disorderly arrangement so perfectly sculpted you'd think it was crafted by some sort of deity. I had suspected this. I'm not far off from believeing that this one is the clever forge of Aishutana. I'm not far from convinced that this one is exactly what will purge this seemingly unending doom from my tainted blood. I could entertain it. I will entertain it. with the vision of an ear i wish to taste for myself and the touch of my finger over her brow. I can finally stop the car and drift off to sleep as i clutch a smile of my own in her honor.
I was thinking about a picture. not a photograph or a painting or something material, but a memory of someone...something not exactly angelic. I never was able to reach out and grab an angel the way i touched her. this person surpasses the ethereal court by about the length of a stream of thought through a second of light. do you know what sort of breath I'm talking about? the sort that burrows itself throughout every cell and molecule in your lungs and even spills back into your throat? that one, yes. the one i experience when my thoughts focus on her smile. not the whole smile, but just the end of her lips as they press her cheek aside and reveal a slight overlap and coverage...just enough to make you want to run your tongue over the edges and in through the teeth. i thought about her smile as my breath choked me. then her eyes gliding left to right as she ponders something spoken in a logical deduction of facts ascertained. slightly distracted by a tangled claw of her hair in a completely disorderly arrangement so perfectly sculpted you'd think it was crafted by some sort of deity. I had suspected this. I'm not far off from believeing that this one is the clever forge of Aishutana. I'm not far from convinced that this one is exactly what will purge this seemingly unending doom from my tainted blood. I could entertain it. I will entertain it. with the vision of an ear i wish to taste for myself and the touch of my finger over her brow. I can finally stop the car and drift off to sleep as i clutch a smile of my own in her honor.
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and, thank you again for your comments. i was always under the impression that you didn't like me! not that you HATED me or anything, but...oh, nevermind! i'm just silly. although, you may be a little scared of me now after you stop by the shrine...
i, too, must wink...