An Authors Mind, Is A New World

A grin spread across her face as she leaned back in her chair, letting out a small sigh. She pushed her hair back and placed her arms on the backs of her hair and the chair just behind her right shoulder. He kept his gaze fixed on hers, his arms resting on the table, and felt her bare feet and legs rub against his leg. He blinked and took in a breath of air before composing himself again. Bringing his left hand down he grabbed hold of her ankle and stroked her ankle and shin, grinning at her. She smiled and broke eye contact, gazing at the floor as she twirled her hair. It was only the afternoon. They would be enjoying much silent conversation until the sun set. And even then, it was possible their voices would be lost, like always.

buddyrow16:

Such grace, elegance, the beauty of the phoenix kindling as she crouches. She glances at her reflection, noticing the wind calming her face with the breeze but instigating her hair to go every which way. She picked up a leaf that was afloat in a puddle, “Such a beautiful, natural part of the earth, the leaf is… Stepped on by many but noticed by none, until today.” She smiles, placing her hand in the air and releasing the leaf in the air with the winds of time that carried it onward…

I held my arms close to my chest under the warmth of my long white poncho, the tips of yarn bounching off my waist as I strolled through the little town. Rain had just fallen, the air was still and stale with a humid dew. I smiled as I gazed up at the many trees, colors were changing, weather was changing, people were changing…
I stopped and my smile faded as I scanned the quiet town. Not a soul in sight. My eyes cast down on the black, wet asphalt, a few scattered puddles. I walked up to one, and I kneeled down, watching my reflection do the same. Taking my hands out of the warm sanctuary, I held my poncho against me as I reached out with the other hand, barely touching the water, and watched it move against my swift motion. I paused. There was barely a touch, yet a noticeable reaction…

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It took me a few minutes to let the information soak in, I didn’t make eye contact, instead just watched the patterns on the floor dance as I heard sniffling and an occasional quiet sob. I slid off the leather couch and stood up, my body felt uncomfortably numb. I walked away from the couch, hearing a soft ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I didn’t mean for this to happen’. These words went through one ear and out the other, as I brought my hands up to adjust my beanie, and let them stay there a moment until they shifted to my face and cradled my head as the thoughts finally burst in my mind. So many things to say, to do. Not enough time to put them in actions or speak them in words. Not enough time, never enough time…What was I going to do now…?

buddyrow16:

Two people, two bodies, two souls, but one entity. This is what it’s like to become one with another. To be connected, to hear your heartbeat in the same pace as mine as our souls resonate is such a beautiful feeling. This is what it’s like to have that someone to fall back on, to push forward, to pull in, to run from. Such strong emotions that only we know, that only I know. Can you hear me? Do you hear my love beating in my chest? Screaming in my head? Do you feel me? Do you feel my aura fluctuate in your presense? Can you see me? Flushed with passion on my face, in my hands, in my heart, how can you understand how I I feel? But for some reason, I know that you do….

We stopped for a moment, frozen in time, our wandering eyes met as both of our bodies shook with adrenaline and ecstacy. My hands shook as they grabbed the crinkled sheets beneath us in bunches as I struggled to keep my breathing normal. The painful pleasure was so mixed, a haze of beauty. His hands that were clawing at my sides, founds my wrists and carefully moved both of my arms above my head. He adjusted himself, which made both of us groan in pleasure, and he did the unthinkable. He twisted our fingers together is a hold so strong, that we were both distracted from every previous thought or feeling, and we kissed slowly and tenderly. Our foreheads met, and his voice, soft, yet broken, whispered “Are you ready?”, Taking in a deep breath, I bit down on my lip and nodded. And time returned to us.

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I’ve always had this dream… My family and I always go out in the summer to our lakehouse. I had my surf board with me and I was going to try some new tricks for an upcoming competition. But something, or someone, was calling me to the water. I don’t understand what happened in my dream, but once I got to the pier I realized this is now a realuty. I felt someone calling me, calling my name, Tony…. Tony… I looked at my reflection, hoping to see who or what was calling me. The reflection smiled so I smiled back. I didn’t understand how I could connect with her, so I tried holding her hands. I wanted to know her, to engange in a friendship like no other. The reflection looked at me and smiled again, and looking closely I realized that my reflection was a guy. “You look surprised,” he said to me. My eyes widened to confirm his statement and he chuckled, “Hey Tony. My name is Tony, and I’ve been waiting to meet you for a really long time…”

My hair fell silently on either side of my face, threatening to touch the dark blue waters below. I watched my features blur as small waves glided across my mirrored image. My hands stayed relaxed under my chin, keeping it safe from the harsh wood on the docks. I tilted my head, and the person staring back at me, did the same. I brought one of my hands out, and extended my index finger, hesitating to drop it in the water, it levitated until it feathered down and barely touched the cold water, causing a bigger reaction then the smooth waves I was staring at before. I brought out both of my hands and let them glide over the surface, watching the circular pattern go as far as my eyes would let me. Such serenity found in water. Such a time difference when you’re alone to entertain yourself.

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