Your Hinterland

When I think of you, I find myself looking towards the sky. I wonder if you are looking down at me.  Watching from above, with a pair of angelic wings. I believe that you are seeing heights only one stairway has ever led to.
I would prefer it if you were closer though. Thriving in flourishing meadows, behind the hills. I dream of watching you dance, as the playful breeze rattles the leaves of the oak trees. Just beyond the view from my window; your own hinterland.

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In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt found here

Alluring Danger

Just relax as we journey into the deepest crevasse of your mind.

Slip past the danger sign; it’s only there for decoration.

Don’t be frightened, your subconscious is your true safe place: your childhood, your desires, and the key to deciphering all of your… Eccentricities.

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In response to Only 100 words: Three Line Tales #226 found here

Tearful Raindrops

A gentle raindrop falls on my flushed cheek. At last, a cooling air to refresh this arid atmosphere. More water scatters, creating a pattern of dots on the patio. Each droplet fills the gaps.

My breathing slows as I immerse myself in this feeling of relief. My eyelids release a tear, which my chin catches briefly before it washes away.

The light pattering of rain gradually quickens in pace, as the droplets shatter against the conservatory roof, creating the sound of a tabla drum.

To follow, a downpour.

In response to Weekend Writing Prompt #158 found here

Free Puppet

My puppet master let go of the strings.

My eyes absorbed the world with a fresh perspective. Everything seemed so unusual; less enticing and seeped in danger. I didn’t know where to run, or whether to run at all.

I tried tying knots in the strings, praying my puppet master would guide me once again.

The knots only frayed…

I cowered in a corner, until I could muster up enough strength to breathe steadily. Exploring had once been a dream of mine, but in my mind, it had been safe and wonderful.

I must now become my own puppet master, but I will always clutch the strings tight.

You Weren’t The First

You weren’t the first. Perhaps if you were, it wouldn’t have cut me so deep. I wouldn’t have become so numb. I may have even found forgiveness.

So unexpectedly, you cut me out of your life, as though I was a jagged edge on a piece of paper. Something so easily discarded without a second thought.

For a while, I wondered, perhaps I did something wrong? I tried to make amends, but I meant so little to you that I wasn’t even worthy of a response. It dawned on me that I held no value in your eyes.

So when you walked back into my life, did you really expect me to have left that space inside my heart all warm, cosy, and welcoming?

I have grieved, I have found acceptance, and to save myself, I have lost my respect for you.

You weren’t the first.

You won’t be the last.

Find North

I’m not in love with you.
Paths may cross,
They may run parallel,
But eventually they part.

I’m not in love with you.
Although we collided,
We will be divided.

Its just that we are both heading South.
If we join forces, maybe we can find North.

Okay, so I’m in love with you.

Eleanor’s List

Every morning, Eleanor would ride the bus to the beach. Something about the narrow aisle, uncomfortable chairs, and window seat would act as a social catalyst.

She would always use the journey as an opportunity to make connections with the other passengers. She would delve into their past, ask them questions about who they are, and where their ambitions would take them. She would always remember to ask for their birthday.

When she arrived at the beach, she would scribble everything down, under the headings of star signs. She would try to find matches, and make links… Where there weren’t any.

It took years to gather enough information to realise that everyone is unique, and all those years of chasing after her own horoscope had only led to loneliness.

Eleanor did not dwell on this for too long. Instead, she developed a whole new system to match people, and by the end of the week, she had set up her own dating site. She could make some strong conclusions about lifestyle choices, complimenting personality traits, and love.

Her most successful match was her own. Eleanor managed to find her own love story within the pages of her website. As soon as he appeared on the list, she knew their paths would cross and connect.

When things are not going to plan, be flexible. Adapt.

Distorted Dreams

One moment I was running, and then I took one look at your face and frowned. It was distorted. You were still beside me, your voice echoed in my ears, and I could still feel your soft skin, but it wasn’t your face. It wasn’t your body or your hair, or even your delicate eyes.

I am dreaming. I must be missing you.

I lean in closer, sensing every part of you, it seems so real. I believe that you’re there, you just look different. Then, I realise we are floating. Floating high above a place that doesn’t even exist. I am holding a cold glass of water. I feel the weight of it, and the drips of condensation on my fingertips. There’s no denying it’s existence.

I wake up, my hand clasped around air. For a second I’m convinced I’ve spilled the water until I feel reality.

I think back to us floating, and that unrecognisable face who represented you. It seems ridiculous now, but it still makes me pine for you and all day I feel a tingle. I wait for the night to come again, hoping for a continuation, but by then it has all faded away.

Sandy Footprints

We arrived on the island together,
Your hand in mine,
You gestured towards the palm trees,
Along the shoreline.

I ran off ahead,
The widest smile spread from cheek to cheek.
I threw my head back with laughter,
As I began to sneak.

You still hear the crack of twigs.
Suddenly, I freeze.
I hide among the branches,
Behind the trunks of the trees,

I wait a few seconds,
You’re not in my sight, 
As I peak between the leaves,
I begin to feel fright.

I run to the beach,
Trace the footprints in the sand.
I see four enter the forest,
But two return across the land.

I don’t know what to think,
I just feel so naive.
Did you take me on that journey,
Always with intent to leave?

I make my own way back,
Frustrated and alone.
I had let myself fall,
But now I think I should have known.

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But the passion of a teen.
A child’s zest for life.
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So what’s your best feature?
Your crystal blue eyes?
Your mesmerising smile?
Will you give me butterflies?

Will you fix the damage,
From my last relationship?
Can you stay by my side?
Will we be joined at the hip?

Will you remind me of my ex,
And all those things I miss?

Maybe this is a bad idea…
All I long for is his kiss.