Friday, February 27, 2009

excerpt from a nonexistent piece

“I’m extremely proud of you…” He awkwardly inches his way towards her, only to fall short when she took notice of his socially subscribed attempt at tenderness. It wasn’t a lack of desire from his end to get close to her. She makes it impossible for anyone to dissolve the epic impenetrable barrier against all forms of life that surrounds her personal space. He was quite impressed and simultaneously tortured by it.

“Are you kidding? Do you really think a hug can make this work? There is so much that needs to be done, this is pathetic…” her words seem to joyfully bounce off him. It was just too easy to get hypnotized by the passion in her eyes. He would spend eternity burning in her rage if only she would allow it.

He just loves the way her hands curl into tight little fist when she gets worked up. “… it’s seems like I’m the only one trying to make this into something…” she has this funny little habit of licking her lips in frantic sweeps from side to side as if she is trying to rub off her lips. Then she starts to pace around the empty space in the room. When her monologue gets intense enough, it makes no difference if anyone is listening, she escapes somewhere else too.

He spends a lot of time day dreaming where she goes. He wishes he could join her sometimes. They could skip along, hand in hand. He could never really know where she goes. She has good and bad days. Sometimes she thinks she’s invisible, or another life form sent to save humanity from public bathrooms. The episodes only get more and more complicated… as if she is building the coarsest road to her safe space. She stopped caring about her sanity a long time ago.

He would take anything she gave. He caught himself hazily staring at her again. He knows how much that infuriates her but he won’t stop himself, maybe just hide the smile on his face. He enjoys it way too much. The blow of her fist to the wall snapped him back to the present.

“Why aren’t you listening to me?” she croons.“I’m always listening, I’ll always be the one listening…” this time an honest but still a failed attempt at softening her.

“I’m taking the whole goddamn block with me if I have to, so don’t get in my way!” She flings her long, black, witch hair over her shoulder and stomps off leaving the trail of her scent behind for him to wobble after her.