Sunday, August 23, 2009

In the light of a gloriously romantic moon

The people scattered at the truth, eating at their own self esteem. With nothing but pity at the sound of pattering feet, they left their minds far behind. Insanity overruled their objections to sensibility. The ravish tyranny of the scene burnt with a long overcooked sense of idiocy. But the blue eyes remained resolute in their understanding of the natural order things follow. The crestfallen heap of sarcastic anger removed restraints of delicate tact, and let forth an outburst of anger so ferocious it could only be described as a foaming bubble bath of indecency. The instant his track changed directions, the centripetal force that is desperation clung to his essence however wispish it may be. And the bell of Forgiveness rang clear and true amidst the small edible embodiments of hatred. When the sun set over the town of Unrequition, a gloriously romantic moon rose above the heightened sense of ridiculous depression, revealing a night full of accidental contact, confused statements, false truths, and most importantly, feeble kisses that meant more than life itself, though never openly. And when their lips met, all was still again. Calm happiness barely restrained by reason's slow and steady truths. tried to bust from its bonds. Elation was ecstatic with the possibilities when the lips parted once, then twice. Barely fulfilled was its incredible desire when half-hearted remorse rode out on the tongue of one. Leaving everything up to the second, the first knew its insincerity was perfectly masked; after all, their lives were both built on the same ideals. The second, stunned at first by the loquacious attempts at dismay revolted from the hideous sight of the two of them. In the last reaches of possible doubt he recognized the blue eyes, their hesitant display of motion. Insanity threw the book at reason, letting his guilt compete the corrupted negativity. In an outburst of desperate love, he let loose.
"I'm sorry..." The lips repeated again.
"I'm not.' The clear defiance gave his retaliation strength.
And the moon smiled from above as the two embraced again, having both realized they wanted the same thing.
All in the light of a gloriously romantic moon.

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