The Story Of Her Face

In her eyes

You see a thousand years 

Of living

And giving

And loving

A thousand years

Of melancholy

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Her lips tell you stories

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They move

Without sound 

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You hear her heart beat

Knocking the doors of yours

And finding no answer

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Why do we all do it

Learn from it

But then fall for the same 

knock on the door

Which makes her run to it

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She opens it

And no one is standing there

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It was a tree 

Flirting with a window

In the darkness of the night

The darkness of the heart

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A million days go by 

And still

Her ancient eyes tell 

The same story

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The story of a wounded heart

And a soul

Longing for a breath

A Very Short Story, Long

All around the world

All the different places

Inside all the pillows

Beside all the toasters

Under all the trees

And above all the roof tops

There was this feeling

Attached to a human body

And the feeling

Was mysterious

And the body belonged to a brain

Inside that brain

There lied millions of synopses

And all of those synopses

Light up 

When she shows up

In a dress

Or in pajamas

And he realized

At that moment

That life can be very long

But she compressed time

By showing him

The meaning of a hug

A Fluffy cloud On Top Of The Sky

Imagine a long day

Where you went to work

Worked

For a full day

Then

Hosted a big event

Escorted your guests

And made sure they felt at home

Then drove out of work

For 30 minutes 

To your gym

And played an intense game of squash for 45 minutes, then a game of badminton for 20 minutes

Then showered and got dressed

And left to go buy chocolates for a friend’s birthday party

And you talked to a lot of people

And it was nice

But at the same time emotionally

Exhausting 

Then on the way home your friend called to complain about her life and her recent break up

Then you get home to eat

And rewind

And finally you get to your comfy bed

And fluffy pillow

And you bury your head in it

And feel the cool refreshing feel of the cotton on your face

And how now everything seems like every thing will be okay

And you feel okay

That’s how it feels 

When I hold her hand

Like my head on a cottony cloud

Floating in bless

Headed for heaven

And ready to fall into sweet dreams bliss

That’s how her hand on my cheek feels

Eternal commune of lovely souls and the perfect temperature 

Piano Heartache And Weird Dreams

He learned to 

Play the piano 

To get distracted 

And forget her

But he became too good

And the sad songs

He played beautifully

Reminded him of her 

So he broke the piano

And never played again

And started taking

Programing classes

To wipe out his piano

Skills

And his life became a series 

Of ones and zeros

And that became all he saw

Until one day

He spent too many hours 

Staring at the screen

And those zeros

And for a second 

Reminded him

That her favorite number is zero

Because it’s the only number 

That’s not a number

And the one reminded

Him of what she was

He broke down and cried

Then went home

And slept

To turn his brain off

And forget her

Then he saw her in a dream

In which he killed himself

To end his miserable 

Cycle 

But then he woke up

And found that it was only 

A dream

He then 

Got dressed

And went to work

And ran into her

On his way there