Blinking
in the LightFreeze and frame this claustrophobic bedroom scene before you:
She smoking out the open window;
He head against the corner walls behind him
Staring into the incandescent floodlight between them.
Feel the weight of each thought.
I wonder often how curious to see
My destiny unfold right before me, strangely familiar,
As though echoing a dream I might have remembered
And feverishly tried to hold as it vanished with the act of grasping.
Shall I drag out the old oil paints
Or grip ever so tightly the revolving chair?
As once again a whirlwind tour
Begins to transpire that we might transcend
Lest we expire.
I wonder often how curious to see
My destiny unfold right before me, strangely familiar
As though the lessons of a thousand years
Cannot erase the fleeting phantoms that persevere.
Shall all events conspire to hold
This final answer in our outstretched hands?
I suppose you should be going then —
But he can't bring himself to step out
And I can't help but hope for something else, hanging on.
I wonder often how curious to see
My destiny unfold right before me, strangely familiar,
As though the lessons of all my pasts combined
Cannot save me from repeating the same old scenes.
Then come the replies of loving looks and familiar gestures
Let us lose that feeling in our longings
To evade the tide of lonely self-fulfilling unrequited desires
That surely follow in this parting's wake
And put it out of scrutiny's gaze.
Until next time.