Light: An Introduction

He cracked one of his eyes in the most recent of the accidents. Some light escaped right inside his head through the chasms. It illumined some of his darker thoughts.

He learnt to smile.

People learnt to find assurance in his most casual of smiles.

… Until he blinked his eyes.

Insomnia

The first raindrop fell in his eyes as he lay awake in the field.

The second raindrop fell in his eyes as he lay awake in the field.

The third raindrop fell in his eyes as he lay awake in the field.

The fourth raindrop fell…

 

And later, when it was quite late, the fountains rolled down his cheek. His tears lingered in the rain; his corpse about to catch cold.

Songs of Exhaustion

She transposed herself into darkness, every night.

Hid behind it, somewhere.

Behind the shadow of something.

The trees, the houses, the earths.

I went out with a torch.

Illumined every part of those.

Hunting the haunted.

I came back, exhausted.

Every night.

Within the night.

Without her.

With a realization.

She had deep, dark eyes.

Soul

Depression came like the first signs of guilt in their eyes. Underestimated. The fog took over the city. Depression became a promise. People stopped looking into each other’s eyes. They passed by looking down all the while.

They all knew each other by their shoes. After someone had passed, a few of them cried following the trail of footprints left behind by the heavy, heavy sole of a boot.

Published in: on May 14, 2007 at 9:49 am  Comments (4)  

Pyre

He wandered right into the light that had burned his eyes. He’d never know the embers if he don’t touch ’em.

Salt

His eyes had been burning since last night. He had caught one of her tears in his eyes. When he opened his eyes the world seemed infinitely more hazy than it did when he cried all by himself.

The sensation was strange. Lately, he had come to realize that there was a taste-bud on his retina. Her tear lingered like the salty sea in his eyes. She had always been this salty….. he knew, when he looked at her.

She used to cook him meals and they would never have to buy salt. Before she applied the last of her in last night’s menu, for the last time their eyes kissed.

Published in: on December 8, 2006 at 1:17 am  Leave a Comment  
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