Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Snippets from the past

This past weekend as Toni & I were packing I stumbled upon some slips of paper with short vignettes, memories I’d captured on paper with words. Stolen moments with ex-girlfriends, memories I’d borrowed from others, A time warp to a simpler time.

Music, the nostalgia rollercoaster, full of twists, turns, ups, and downs. You remember kissing to Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here at Chicago’s Museum of Science & Industry. She had blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes, the kind that were the muse of painters and artists. The two of you would smile, laugh and revert to childhood with mock seriousness.
“Boys are icky!”
“Yeah, well girls have cooties.”
The two of you would banter back and forth with smiles and sparkles in your eyes.

Or this other time…

A soft smile sets with the sun as night closes in. She looks at you as her warm intensity draws you into her embrace. As you run your fingers through her hair, its soft silkiness melting in your hands, you slowly drown in her lips. Your tongues waltz in and out of each other’s mouths as your knees get weak with sweet anticipation.
The kiss slowly breaks long enough for a smile to jump from your eyes to hers before she she pulls you back into her lips with intense ferocity.

Then there was that peek into another life that wasn't even mine:

Remember that time on the beach? You were just sitting in the sand, you looked like a lost puppy. I could sense a sadness in you, a deep longing. I remember you tried to cover it up. You tried so hard that you fooled everyone around you. They didn’t know, they didn’t understand.
I remember the distant look you hid behind the sparkle in your beautiful eyes. You pretended you were watching the crash of the waves. You weren’t there though. Your thoughts were elsewhere… a happier place somewhere beyond the horizon. You longed for that place so bad I could feel it permeating from you.
So I gently reached down and brushed a stray hair from your face. You looked up at me and smiled. You reached up and held my hand, suddenly wherever it was that you’d been… I was there with you. That lost unsettling distance was gone from your eyes. We were together. As you gently rubbed the back of my hand with your thumb chills ran through my spine. Good chills. I never wanted that to end.

I also found several entries from a written journal I'd been keeping in the spring and summer of 2001. I may, if I find anything worth posting, post some of those entries here as well. The above entries were all from random snippets of paper stuffed in the journal. None of them were dated.

Current Music: Jimmy Barnes - Boys Cry Out For War

2 comments:

The Phoenix said...

I still think girls have cooties.

St. Dickeybird said...

I keep that stuff too.
I love reading it years later.