To Melt Away The Gray

What Can I Do- Joy Williams 


This would be another attempt at fiction. But then again, all fiction are based on some form of truth ;) 


The first time we met, I remember we were a little apprehensive of each other. 


"Now all we need is to find someone who fits all three criteria."
"You forgot the 'make-them-fall-in-love-with-us' bit."
"Right. Pheromones should do the trick. Smell like something guys like! Err.. What do they like?"
"New cars?"
"So we'll spray you from top to bottom with a 'new car' scent" 


We looked at each other and burst out laughing at the absurdity of of conversation. I thought back to the time when I assumed she'd be cold and unfriendly. Only now do I know how wrong I was.


"So I guess we'll just grow old together, eh?" I said as we lay on our on our back, counting the stars in the vast expanse of sky.
"I guess we will".

Signing out, 
cashews-are-nuts-with-allergies

I Won't Tell Anybody

Parachute- Ingrid Michealson 


I've never written fiction like this before so be nice yeah? 

“Stars shining bright above you”

We caught each other’s eyes and smiled. This was our song. You held your hand out to me. Before I knew it, we were dancing- moving to the rhythm of the song. You sing it song softly under your breath while I subconsciously try not to step on your feet.

“Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you”

The song continues to play from the speakers as you hold me tight and we continue to sway with the music. I close my eyes and feel myself relax as I inhale in the scent of you.

“But in your dreams whatever they may be, dream a little dream of me”

The song starts to fade away but we don’t release each other. The music stops eventually but we’re lost in our own little world. Because in that moment, I swear we were infinite. 

Signing out, 

lit-candles

PS: The last line is from The Perks of Being a Wallflower. It's not mine to claim.

Do You Gaze At Your Doorstep and Picture Me There?

Are You Lonesome Tonight- Elvis Presley. 


Have you ever wanted to freeze a moment so badly? Freeze it so you could live in that time period forever. You don't want to leave that instant because at that point of time, everything is perfect- perfect and carefree. 


I think we're afraid to leave that juncture because then things might change. We know that people change and that's what we're afraid off. We're afraid that they won't remember us, that they'll forget the times we laughed until we cried or even the other way around. 


We're afraid of drifting apart. Because drifting happens so gradually you never notice the effect until much later and what's even worse than that bit is the fact that we don't mourn for that lost friendship. We shrug it off and move on but secretly hoping that the other person would pick up the phone first and call. 


Well, this post turns out to be a pretty depressing one, so I'm just going to end the melancholic bit and move on to happier things. Like this huge mosquito bite on my leg. If I don't scratch it too often, then maybe it won't add to the collection of mosquito-bite-scars. Perhaps one day, I'd take the time to do something about those other scars like get treatment or whatnots. 


Signing out, 
cotton-pjs