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It Cannot Last

It Cannot Last

Creative Created on 3-18-07 Views(66) Story Rating G

My thoughts are clouded like the stormy skies. The acid rain drops that hit the windows of the city bus intoxicate my mind with the memory of the kiss.  Within this estatic haze I ponder on what the future will bring me.  It has found to be quite difficult for I cant even comprehend the events that I had just partaken.  Each droplet of rain brings a new piece of the puzzle, a new question to further complicate the day's events.  An outcasted gush of wind splattered me with perhaps the most important question of all.  How does he feel?

This question spiraled to almost too many possibilites.  It made me try to pull away from this hopless haze, but the beat of the music only pulsed even more endless possibilities and pushed my thoughts even further into the treachary of enightenment.  I did not want to understand that the kiss had probably meant nothing.  I could not bring myself to comprehend that tomorrow nothing will have changed.  I longed to be stuck in the ignorance of the moment. 

The monster of time was pushing the moment into the forbidden outskirts of my past.  The culprit of intelligence was pulling me to the present time of realization.  You see, time had slowed down for the beauty of love, but as the moment fades away to a distant memory, reality rushes like lightning to catch me up with the world.  The logical reasoning of life, this enlightenment i have been running away from for the past two hours crashes like thunder in the storm.  What we had would not last.  It simply cannot last.

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On March 18th 2007 USADave Said :
USADave Good work. Times may change, but your memories remain.