A short Story I wrote quite awhile ago. I am not sure if I have ever posted this one before, but I thought I would start putting some of my writing out there for people to read again. Here it is:
Magnetized Emotions
They stared into each others eyes, and their souls danced for a moment. A smile sparked between them just as they turned and realized it could never be. A spacious gap between the two will only last so long as their feelings continue to splash against the cork of the bottle of flirtation…Sadly, it is true…it can never be.
One must now drown themselves in sinking emotion of likeness, tampered by the thought of love…a continuous stream of rampant thoughts, that are nothing more than that; thoughts. Sitting, gazing in wonder, one must tell themselves it will be okay, yet counter their own mind by saying otherwise. Such things may never end…which leads to the endless thoughts of life and when will their souls touch once more…but….
It can never be…
What will come of tomorrow?
Spiraling memories of the past drift into the once crackled mind, oozing the thoughts of ancient love. The sweet melody of crying souls breaks the silence that held speechless words at bay. A conquering thought, once held true, now shows its benevolent truths, which are nothing more than deep, sorrowful lies filled with honey. Trespassing into the boundaries of the non-existent, yet they are there, so they do exist…each step taken is careful, yet swift, relying on the pondering heart that seeks sequential justice for the wrongs done in the fading past.
Once…their souls did dance…but it was long ago. They twisted and turned with the soundless music, as the earth itself shook beneath their ever enlightening wisdom. Yet, they knew nothing; Nothing of their past, nor of their futures. There was no clear path that led to the light their souls would seek…Each other, again, and again, and again…
When will the truth be heard?
So, there they stay, speaking of the endless cycle that does eventually end. None know when, or where; only that it does. When the mind drifts to places it has never been, it is then, that it is there, and has returned to that once calm, safe, protective place it called home. As the heart calls out there is no answer; yet. When the time comes, when time does then exist, the darkness wrapped around the sadness that reigns in all happiness will diminish. As if a drop of hope was released into the clenching fist of sorrow, releasing the bonds of everlasting pain; healing the shattered self.
An image of bewilderment?
Soaring wings that do not fly reach out to the eagle’s eye. In such conspicuous ways, they too, watch and gaze. Rain falls from the skies without touching the unearthly land. Puddles of leaking thoughts flood the plains of loneliness, screaming out torturous sobs of regret. Contrasting pupils reject the truth…their souls once danced, and will again. Their eyes seek each others heart, yet will disown the thought of it being so…With lock and key, perhaps it will be…the dance of dances that never ends. And again…What will come of tomorrow?
An overwhelming rapid of happiness that will smother the heart with more than it can handle…and the cycle will again, be reborn. Some day, when days do then exist, they will find each other again. It will be as it was, in the midst of each others arms, as it was when the guiding light first let go. Together…they will begin a new cycle…one that will never end…yet has not begun.
