February 22, 2009 at 2:49 am · Filed under Litty
She wants to be anywhere but here.
She has faked so many smiles in the past that she has it down to a fine art. She casts it in the direction of the man sitting across the table, acknowledging his statement over some such other that is, at the moment, utter nonsense to her distracted person.
She wants to be anywhere but here.
The man clearly likes hearing the sound of his own voice, and effortlessly carries enough conversation for the both of them that she contributes just an “ah” or an “oh” and a “that’s an interesting thought” to keep him going.
And going.
And going.
And going.
But she feels that this man’s company, however undesirable, is needed. She craves this distraction, no matter how useless it is in actually diverting her thoughts from him simply because she needs something to pass the time while he isn’t with her.
She finds it funny how lonely she feels just at that moment.
February 4, 2009 at 11:24 pm · Filed under Litty
There was nothing more to be said after her words left her lips to hang heavy and cruel in the air like a tumultuous cloud. So heavy was the weight of her utterance that he was compelled to take a few staggered steps backwards from her, evermore increasing the distance between them; she on one side of the bleak room, he on the other.
He looked at her as if she had slapped him. He half-wished she did, if it would distract him from the pain welling in his chest. He could only look at her, dumbly so, while his mind raced with half-formed questions he wanted to throw at her. He wanted to make her understand, somehow, yet found nothing to make sense with.
What had he done wrong this time?
He looked at her… her flushed cheeks, her wide and damp eyes… her lips were parted as if ready to hurl more undoings at him. He was hurt by the sight of her: how betrayed she looked, how deeply wounded she was by the very accusations she threw at him. Did she truly believe her own words?
He looked at her ’til he could no longer bear the sight of his anguish mirrored in her countenance. He simply did not know what to do anymore.
He fled.
He did not see her fall to her knees.
He did not see her tears.
He did not hear her quiet sobs.
He could not see her.
December 21, 2008 at 6:30 pm · Filed under Litty
You see…
We’re like children
we have to take the watch apart
to see how it works
We have to
take apart every excess
that has cluttered our life
with life
until there is nothing left but
humanity
To the last moments
breathing
with or without you