Monday, April 22, 2013

22nd April.

There's a burnt taste to the air. Heavy with moisture and carelessness. I can taste it at the tip of my tongue, the bitter acid spreading and coating every buds.

The walls are pulsing with disapproval, doors creaking with speculation as I wonder the source. The exact point where the bitterness starts.

With a cluck of my tongue I let the reel of film rewind in my head, not images but tiny events jumping out every now and then.

I can feel the center moving about, the smell of its harshness suffocating my nose. It glides down, leaving the air above a bit cleaner. But the burnt quality still lingers.

The aura of puzzled fear pulses through the floor, underneath my feet. Confusion, guilt and sorrow.

All so familiar to me now.

A sigh of sadness escaped my lips as I wonder if some emotions would always make maturity fly to the horizon.


Mark said...

That was pretty well written. A bit sad, a bit dark, and overall good.

Laila N Mysis said...

Okay, I may not know what you're talking about, but I think you captured your emotions pretty well ^_^

Hanis. said...

Sad and dark= theme of the month

Hanis. said...

Thank you, thank you.


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