Lifespan

Juxtaposition

Confused, the words lingered on. It spoke and it was impatient. Mid-sentences were cut shorter with sobs and tears and a small bit of yelling. It wasn’t the best of days, no. Better ones came and went.

They spoke of times that passed and how clearly Joy Division sounded when Ian Curtis sang those lyrics:

“If routine bites hard
And ambitions are low…”

Indeed a scary thought. Indeed something nobody would want. Clearly, not them. Not ever.

There were promises wrapped in reassuring words, hugs and kisses. A conviction that trust prevails; and truth is they were just getting started.

There is more time that would come and go. “Stay longer. I’ll work you into more prose,” he whispers not so poetically as intended with subtlety. She stays every time and says she doesn’t have any plans in going anywhere anyway.

Meeting

When their eyes locked they knew. All awkwardness melted to the floor. Puddles of it where left as reminders to the audience.

The look was long. The first 54.2 seconds no nerve endings twitched, no bones rattled and not a single word was uttered. A great sensation of paralyzing calm swept the floor, and swept them both.

She comes up.
He comes up.

They were intertwined even with space. And they knew like they always knew all along. Sparks caught fire when pressed together.

It was perfect.

Waiting

The wait is crippling. It was like being in the hospital, just sitting down there with their number palmed. Every second they glance at their numbers as if that would help make things go faster like in the movies and TV shows where everything speeds up in a drugged up amphetamine phase. It’s the hardest feeling in the world.

Each had their own inquisition about the matter, but both come in the same conclusion. It was not wishful thinking. Not at all.

It was being lost at sea and finding its shore. No one truly waits forever because sooner or later that time would come. The decision of which way to look at it lies on the eye of the beholder. The main characters of the story. Your story. My story. Our story.

The more you look at it, the more clear that things are worth it. The harshness and bleakness of the world has a silver lining.

We’re all waiting for something.

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