a frame of love:
it was morning. she was somewhere safe. the previous twenty four hours had been a struggle. what was happening now was erasing memories of the far past when they had been together.
it was another life now or certainly seemed it and the new replaces the old. he had violated the past with his activity but there was something between the two still intact.
to recount to her, to tell her of his life after many years was a move back to long ago.
CLEARCHARGE
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Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
With a Twist of Love
with a twist of love:
the sentiments of the morning had settled. evening came and the noise and voices of the crowd rushed in their place. they told of worries and frustrations, long held views of other people and their hopes and ambitions. it made an uneasy mix.
a drink, chatter surrounding him, then something dropped. like the various symbols on the wheels on the slot machine coming to rest, a chain of miserable thoughts came in a shot - her, doubt, pain. the two worlds had collided.
another day, similar circumstances, but he had recovered.
CLEARCHARGE
the sentiments of the morning had settled. evening came and the noise and voices of the crowd rushed in their place. they told of worries and frustrations, long held views of other people and their hopes and ambitions. it made an uneasy mix.
a drink, chatter surrounding him, then something dropped. like the various symbols on the wheels on the slot machine coming to rest, a chain of miserable thoughts came in a shot - her, doubt, pain. the two worlds had collided.
another day, similar circumstances, but he had recovered.
CLEARCHARGE
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