i'm wasted wasting time
" The woman had been venturing far and wide as of late; her daily routine smashed up into tiny little pieces; scattered across the dusty floors. The winters chill would pass and go, the harsh licks disappearing in the wake of the sun. Each calculated step descended upon the dampening terrain was an act of levitation, an impossibility. A continuous drumming is heard beneath the solid earth, always beating, never stopping. And perhaps no one may hear it, but the soft ticking will always be there. Almost like Desire?, always there- and yet not always acknowledged. With her late evening stroll she would promptly go into a stand still- transfixed on something ahead, a woman bathed in red, kissed by the gods which others would say was a sin. She, was like any other Desire? had ever met, a beauty and lore; and the purple babe was oh, to excited to be in her acquaintance. With a sudden push her slender body would sway side to side, moving towards the woman silently, before being only a few meters away from her presence. " And why has it taken me so long to see some one as fascanating as youself?" She's murmur under her breath, her sultry European accent strong; held thick within the atmosphere. |