Part 1.
Life.
This specific yet vague word.
What is it? No one knows.
Why do some people enjoy it and why do some people hate it?
Is this life a dream? Is it a virtual stimulation?
Yet again, no one knows.
Why is it that i don't feel the joy, the pain, the anxiety or the anger anymore? Why am i so...
numb?
Blasting the music in my earphones, but i can only hear the chattering in the background.
"It's fine, I know how you feel."
No,no you don't. Stop saying words that aren't true. Please.
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Part 2. (late night scenario)
Carriage rides at dusk,
the wind nearly whips my bonnet off,
as we speed through the warmth left over from that day,
while the tendrils of my hair tumble down and the cream of my dress captures the glow of the setting sun.
I knew I loved you from the very first time I saw you,
eyes meeting through a crowded ballroom,
an introduction sought and offered,
and a gentle kiss on my gloved hand,
while the scent of delicate peonies lingered.
Solicitous moments captured alone,
in the quiet haven of my father's library,
while the walls made of books aged with time,
growing sweeter as they live,
as an inspiration to lovers alike.
I hear you whisper my name,
as the card tables were carried away,
and the others seek the warmth of fire that crackled and settled the air,
as the room was filled with polite and murmured conversations.
In an enclave of disquieted solitude,
I hear your love as you sigh,
but yet,
in the midst of this tender gentleness,
I also hear your regretful goodbye.
24.8.2022
