"The echo of lost moments"

It was the start of a gentle winters day when I felt the first glimmerings of a forgotten sunshine swell inside of me...My mind; caressed by the smooth yet sultry voice of Diana Krall uplifted, releasing its pressure like that of a French press...I was almost blue. I almost saw the things that your eyes once promised and flirting with this disaster became me. I met you on the road last night, you were calm. You were done. I remember the first of those long nights, brief in their entirety, endless in their memory. There is no easy way to cry.

Like those symbolic cigarette butts and flying traces of ash I try to reach out and hold on to the dust and it vanishes into a grey smear that says far too much...yet means far too little.

I cradled the silence like a wounded child and rocked in my whirlpool of inertia. With quivering lips I parted the sticky web of disintegration with a sliver of smoke that teased me with effortless curls..resembling the journey I longed to take.

Golden sands brushed against my cheek as I embraced the kiss of the wave that rushed to greet me, and as the water consumed my every breath I shut my eyes and allowed the flesh of silence to rip apart and resonate with feeling.

Somewhere in the distance, I could hear myself screaming.