I'd like to meet:
I stumbled into the public library on this brisk autumn day. It’s been a while since I’ve made an attempt to travel here. I cannot explain why I’ve chosen today to make such a trip, but I suppose that there is no appropriate day to enjoy such a place; a place that brings back childhood memories of Clifford, the big red dog, the Berenstain Bears, and a plethora of other adolescent companions. The nostalgia brought back an innocent smile that hasn’t graced this face for quite sometime.
I walked through the isles of what seemed to be an endless sea of books stacked neatly side by side. I glared from ceiling to floor at the various paperbacks and hard covers, imagining the length and time it would take to read such artistry. The worn jacket covers of some books made it evident that countless eyes have come across it and have gained either some frustrations or knowledge from it’s content. I’ve always had a passion for the English language. The dichotomy of simplicity and complexity of an authors prose is breathtaking. Such ease it takes to read such words, but to contrive such words so that there is meaning and flow is poetic.
I came across works that I dreaded as a teenager in high school but now have an admirable appreciation for as an adult. The iconoclastic works of Richard Wright, the extraordinary platonistic meaning in Melville’s Moby Dick, the lessons of Thoreau and Emerson, have put this mind at ease and have made it a bit wiser. To know that there are minds that can conceive such imagery makes this world more bearable and leaves me with a sense of hope.
As I walked the hushed corridors of the second level towards the periodicals, adjacent to the collection of microfiche and the buzzing magnification machine, I noticed her. She had a pragmatic face, porcelaneous skin, and an intoxicating profile. From the distance there was this translucent glow emitting from her aura that left me breathless.
With the temperature rising in my body and my palm sweaty, I picked up a magazine, positioned myself at the other end of the long table just enough to have a glimpse but not making my innocent glare too noticeable. She sat there with her black frames snugged on her button nose glued to her research. I sat there pretending to look busy, while noticing every minute detail and critiquing her every gesture. Her petite index finger slowly touched her tongue as she moistens it to flip through the unyielding pages. Her lips ever so tempting and seducing as she bites down if though there were a seemingly unsolvable problem. Her deep brown eyes move attentively as she reads her paper. She looks up as though there was some six sense that made her aware of what my intentions were. We made eye contact for a brief moment but seemingly lasted forever more. She gave this warm smile and I reciprocated.
She continued her work and I continued my mine.
…Her white blouse rested on her ample breast, revealing just enough for the imagination to run rampid. She had on a platinum solitaire around her neck, which was simple yet classic. Her ebony hair, with one side draped over her left ear, glistened in the fluorescent office lighting. Her complexion- soft and flawless as can be. Her low cut faded blue denim jeans wrapped her perfectly sized waist. She crosses her long legs to position herself in a more comfortable position all the while rocking her baby blue puma sneakers back and forth.
I took a deep gulp, closed my eyes, breathed in, slowly exhaled, and imagined what it would be like to have her in my arms.
Pure bliss. Heaven could not be more rewarding…
My eyes began to open slowly, and once fully opened she was gone. It was as though she had never existed. And the truth is… she never did.
She was a fabrication of an insane mind. An idealistic image created by a cursed soul. Tormenting is the thought that an image like this exist.
But the thought does leave hope.
And that is all that one such as myself can ask for.
Music:
Bye Bye Tongue and Groove July 5th 07
Movies:
I'm smiling cause i didn't have to break Louis's neck! Paris came back!!!
sittin pretty in Peach!!!
South Beach!!!! Utltra Music Fest
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All Hollows Eve 2006
