Sunday, February 26, 2006

Reminiscings.. yet again.

What beautiful ceramic tiles.
Sitting on the edge of his high bed with my feet dangling, I traced the peach and beige pattern with the tip of my toe. The tile felt cool, even through my pink flowery socks that my mother had meticulously picked out.. what a strange contrast to the desert town outside. There's just something odd about a blazing desert that practically freezes over.

"I've never felt this way and I..."

A quick scan of his spacious.. room-- if you can call it that.. it was more like a wing-- had me wondering at the wisdom behind dumping such opulence on one's kid at such an age. Is it a wonder he's so lacking in ambition and direction?..

Ok concentrate!

" You get me like no one does and when I'm with you... "

I've never known such excessive use of the of the pronouns 'I' and 'me'.

" I love.. "
Ya, I'm sure you do.
What a great night it was though, I can never put into words the amazing blend of cool breeze and mild temperature that makes me want to lay out in the gardens all night long. I've yet to find that feeling in any other town.

" We've been friends.. and it's different with you.."

Indeed, where does one draw the line between friendship and the need to fulfill a void by affecting something.. anything.. more? In all fairness, he was a great friend. We would hang out lazily for hours.. futilely contemplating the "purpose of our existence."

In probably every other instance in the world, the edge represents a precarious boundary. Except the physical edge at which I sat.


Prodded to recline back, I watched him hover.. tentatively-- always the gentleman.
With my feet and pink socks still dangling, I allowed the soft threads and wonderful breeze to cloud my mind.


Populus vult decipi; decipiatur.

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4 Comments:

so.. sorry.

"...time misspent and faculties mis-employed, and senses jaded by labor, or impaired by excess, cannot be recalled any more than that freshness of the heart, before it has become aware of the deceits of others, and of its own." •John Randolph

By  Trevelyana, at 27 February, 2006 07:04  

heh..

I'm sure it's not as bleak as I think it is..
This one just wasn't right. What would you have me do? conjure up rainbows, flowers, and an old man in diapers?

By  Trevelyana, at 27 February, 2006 14:37  

Why would I?..

I'm everywhere.. especially in the tiles.

By  Trevelyana, at 28 February, 2006 10:05  

Ya, ok. I'm nowhere.
Just a recount of a memory.. probably no more, no less.

By  Trevelyana, at 28 February, 2006 22:15  

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