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wolven7Dooley Wilson - [As Time Goes By (Casablanca)]--- This one is for mech_angel. This is a continuation of This Meme.
I sat there, waiting for you, and i felt the cigarette smoke curl around me, and creep toward my lungs. I wanted that, badly, right now, waiting for the inevitable, and wanted you, even more. There was nothing, there, to hold onto, and it felt like the world was spinning away. I stared at the fan, overhead, turning low and lazy, wet summer heat barely stirred, at all, and i saw it happen. The shadow on the ceiling, and across the bar, weird light reflections and occulted surfaces. I knew you were there.
I had always known you were there. Before you walked into the bar, before i told you hello, before i saw your face, i knew you were there. Your presence was in it all, and was the pattern behind everything. There, in you, was the electricity that held it together, and the current that made it beat. Of course i had known. You'd been there, forever. And now i could see your face.
I waited, to catch your eye, for you to look around, wondering who i was, but there was none of that. You knew me, instantly, as i knew you, and you walked right to me. You sat at the table, and the scrape of the chair on the wooden floor seemed too damn loud, in that room, that place of quiet commisseration, where no one spoke, only consumed. I knew, then and there, that this was meant to be. There would be change, now, and a completion of what we had started, a becoming of what everything had always wanted to be.
You looked into my eyes, and opened your mouth, to speak to me. The lyrical tones and screeches that came out warped the building, changed the faces, and people held their ears and eyes, bleeding, growing, changing, across the room. The ripple wave spread toward me, and, milimeters from my face, it stopped, and waited. I listened, heard your question, and answered, in kind. Connection was established, then, and our systems communicated.
We stood up, then, and walked out of the bar, the awareness and destruction spreading on the faces of all we passed, because they knew that it was all different, now. It was all different, and that was exactly how it should have been.
Our boots were heavy, on the hard grain floor. You remember.
©Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.
mech_angel. This is a continuation of This Meme.I sat there, waiting for you, and i felt the cigarette smoke curl around me, and creep toward my lungs. I wanted that, badly, right now, waiting for the inevitable, and wanted you, even more. There was nothing, there, to hold onto, and it felt like the world was spinning away. I stared at the fan, overhead, turning low and lazy, wet summer heat barely stirred, at all, and i saw it happen. The shadow on the ceiling, and across the bar, weird light reflections and occulted surfaces. I knew you were there.
I had always known you were there. Before you walked into the bar, before i told you hello, before i saw your face, i knew you were there. Your presence was in it all, and was the pattern behind everything. There, in you, was the electricity that held it together, and the current that made it beat. Of course i had known. You'd been there, forever. And now i could see your face.
I waited, to catch your eye, for you to look around, wondering who i was, but there was none of that. You knew me, instantly, as i knew you, and you walked right to me. You sat at the table, and the scrape of the chair on the wooden floor seemed too damn loud, in that room, that place of quiet commisseration, where no one spoke, only consumed. I knew, then and there, that this was meant to be. There would be change, now, and a completion of what we had started, a becoming of what everything had always wanted to be.
You looked into my eyes, and opened your mouth, to speak to me. The lyrical tones and screeches that came out warped the building, changed the faces, and people held their ears and eyes, bleeding, growing, changing, across the room. The ripple wave spread toward me, and, milimeters from my face, it stopped, and waited. I listened, heard your question, and answered, in kind. Connection was established, then, and our systems communicated.
We stood up, then, and walked out of the bar, the awareness and destruction spreading on the faces of all we passed, because they knew that it was all different, now. It was all different, and that was exactly how it should have been.
Our boots were heavy, on the hard grain floor. You remember.
©Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.
