in the flesh: words
A simple story: a beginning, a middle, and an end.
He told me some pretty words. They sparkled and they shined and they fit into a perfect little puzzle. The words were shiny and new. They held promises of a near future and they guaranteed a safe landing. Their hands held a surety that I would not walk alone or sleep without beautiful pretty dreams; vivid and reminders that I am not alone.
Last night is tonight. Last week can be tonight. Months ago, can become now. Years passed: gone, gone and gone… they will have to do. They can be the present of today and the future of tomorrow will just have to wait.
He whispered quiet melodic words in my ear. It was surprisingly windy for a spring evening. Then there were other times when the wind quieted and the rocking of our silence was comfort. The leaves were crisp and breathing was paced. The silence was a clear cut and it remained in the light air. The words were newly spoken, rolling off the tongue.
He's never spoken those words before.
The past can be the present and the future can be unknown. The past can twist itself back and rescue us all. It can save me from myself and repeat its unwinding history of mistakes that weren't quite mistakes. History can repeat itself.
I hope it does.
Tonight is tonight though, tomorrow will have to wait, and the past has no resolution, verdict or ending. Because it's done but not over. The future holds a tense of promises that won't be kept and will change like the color on crisp autumn leaves. The present holds the hurt of today and the knowing that there is always a tomorrow, and there is always more room for more hurt and more comfort.
He spoke those words to me.
But after all: they were just words.
I wasn't sure if this was worth publishing on fanfiction to be honest. It was a short and random thought.
Maybe review?
Sorry about updating my fics.. I just haven't been inspired lately. Sorry.
as usual,
another moment gone