Not Goodbye...Till Next Time

Green bottles of not quite frozen liquid crystal glasses from which are poured liquid fortune or liquid misfortune either way are encouraged and partaken.

Hour hand slipping and sliding with seconds as fast as the time when I couldn't stand time's passing. Black skys go grey till pink ferments upon purples and blues and whites finally greys. Covers hide truths from inquiring eyes and our minds are confused since this is not the usual.

Water hides what cannot quite be hidden due to self inflicted death of innocence and purity. Hands which once covered eyes from such deftly impulses now reach for and yearn for what was once thought impulsive.

Knives spinning round and round round till a stopped blade will require public indifference and secret desire. Shadows and reflection bounce off and reveal the truth of circumstances rather than our veiled visions.

Borrowed light borrowed glass borrowed rooms borrowed else fulfills previous envisioned acts of previous unreality. A breath and a look and a touch and a glance and a thought and a smirk which could mean anything. A stumble. Few words despite lack of any words being necessary. Few things despite many things being important.

Rising needle falling limits watchful eyes blinking eyes. Sitting hopeful yet all knowing of what minutes later will bring. Quick thinking thought to be witty or maybe hopeful falls short of what hopefully in previous moments was going to be miraculous. No words or any actions plus no time or any chances could cause embracing of said circumstances or full enjoyment of said times.

Hazy mind fully clear now with decisive impertinence unsure of so many things once thought to be clear. Little more than closed eyes heavy breathing slower beating colder skin fluttering lids twitching hands can bring assurance. Oddly enough that assurance will be brought upon with unsurity and the only hope of freedom will come with shackled thoughts.