Sunlight and Frostbite

It’s such a cliché, he remarks, as overdone as a sailor in deep space. Find something different, find something worthy. Leave this to the creatively underdeveloped, the cranially restricted, the emotionally retarded.

He sneers

Hunched up, my voice conveys pain by tone alone. I scream as I do battle – a civil war between north and south.

Shall I remain a prisoner in this gilded cage? Shall I seek freedom in the desert of the lone? Lune, Lunar, Luna – goddess of the temptation – your servant seeks absolution from your sins.

Thought plays chess while Feeling dances. They compete with each other according to different rules. They both believe they are winning – they both believe they are in control.

Trembling skeletal branches reach towards the writhing sky. For a moment sunlight spills through the cracks; then the clouds close rank. It ought to be a paradise – it remains a waste land.

Cocooned in razor wire.

As soon as the stirring stops oil and vinegar separate. These feelings will slip away. Dead leaves on the autumn wind. Then what? Why try to change each other, when we know we can’t even change ourselves? Sacrifice today to tomorrow.

His footsteps fade. Her mascara runs.