herskin's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her Quiet Moments I sit here, vacantly staring out at the steady rain spreading across the cold, grey cement below. I can't stop the constant reel of thought in my head. I'm in a place so dark that it becomes difficult to pull me out of it. You recognize that instantly, knowing the look in my eyes and the inflection of my tone. When I'm like this, we both know there is often no turning back. I just have to feel the situation through and pray that the hollow pit in my stomach will become full once again. There are a million different ways you try to make me feel better, from telling me a random joke to giving me a small token of affection. Of everything, your index finger running along mine brings me the most solace. That simple caress carries the weight of my world, stripping away any walls that I want to put up around me. It's almost what defines you to me, second only to the inevitable mint taste that embodies your bottom lip. You ask me a silly question to take my mind off everything, and I learn that your favorite food is coconut and that you love Office Space. We talk about how your favorite song talks about a town like where we grew up and contemplate which shade of green is the best. Eventually, everything begins to fade as we drift away. You'll turn on your side toward me. I'll fold my feet between yours, your ankle snaked around mine. You'll kiss the top of my head and then the back of my neck. I'll scratch your side, signaling I want a real kiss. They are quiet moments, but they are the ones I will remember always. You don't understand why my heart feels bad from the love you hold out in your hand and you offer it without command. I just don't know why I can't get you inside, why I need you tonight. ("Tonight" - Kate Walsh) 9:24 AM - 09.05.07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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