Float

Planes and Time

If we look hard enough, we'll see that we are all naked.

Naked like the cold press of Mother nature's wintery lips shivering on the bare trees.

Naked like a phosphorescent glow in the low midnight fog.

We can feel the fiery tempest of a maelstrom taking us down, as we rise up like the orange burst of the sun.

We feel.

Yet we are trying so hard, to be numb...

                       (Jacob's point of view)

We tiptoed around the burning rose, watching the slow crackles of beauty defuse. While the hunger raged in our eyes; beast.

Anna's words were still ringing in my ear, like a trail of cocaine residue,

"you make me happy."

"you make me happy."

"you make me happy"

I held her fragility between the stars and the space bounded by her movements; interstellar.

I watched her ember eyes glow and burn out with the whistling melodies of the song.

Then

We

Slowed

Down.

To catch up with the tempo of the music like Feather Pink Grass gliding under the cape of the wind.

Sweet, wonderfully paced, and gentle.

I'm watching Anna now, while the world quietly fades behind us. I squeeze her hand as she gently rests on my shoulder. The music courses through my veins and I feel the heights of its candor, moving like static. Each soft caress of her soft skin burns with an unexplainable magic, somewhere between fantasy and what we already have.

Her lips pucker like pillars of life, and I wish for nothing but to breathe her in. Anna trembles in my embrace, molding into the shakey settles of time. I watch her chest fall and then rise, it reminds me of the strong-winged strokes of a butterfly. Black, and orange; we imbue.

It's not just that were dancing.

It's about time.

Time has always been cheated by our fears, yet it is a passage.

A tunnel channeling our future and past selves. Time is a grand marker of something we wish would always be linear.

Time is a god that marvels at the world with indifference. It allows life to proceed despite our desires. It is a shapeless constant quantity of motion measured for man's sanity.

Time is but a shadow, it slips away.

Time is also my friend. It stretches slowly breaking atoms into nanoseconds so I could enjoy this precious moment with Anna.

"I need a drink!" Anna whispers, her arms dropped down to her side. My neck shivers from the absence of her warmth.

I nod, wishing that time could rewind and let us be close again.

A brisk cold wind picks up, and Anna shivers as we look up at the dense dark clouds appearing in the sky. That was the one thing about our quiet little town, the July storms in an October sky.

"Stupid unpredictable weather!" Anna grumbled as she quickly navigated through a cluster of people, heading straight to the bar.

I followed behind her, still recovering from whiplash. The cold brute outcast of her love and hatred, like holy angels, falling; thrown off by the imbalance of love. Just when I thought there was something behind the guarded walls of her heart, she shuts me out ruthlessly.