Strangers

Written: March 15, 2011

Off in the distance a vision appears, an angel, a light, something beyond words. The boy in the shadows freezes without delay, and just gazes in awe as the beautiful girl captures all the stares. His past and his future are no long relevent, the present feeling of utter euphoria overwhelms him, wrecking the world he thought he had a grasp on. The boy, not upset about his shattered recollections,  just watches without a single thought of what he should do.

Going over everything that he wants to say to her, but retracting, he scribbles out his own thoughts like ideas on a napkin. Nothing sounds right, and with every thought he sounds less like himself. He closes his eyes and imagines the moment talking to her, seeing if that will help with collecting his stuttering concepts. Finally he comes up with the perfect thing to say, sure to make her smile, but keep him from melting at the sight of it at the same time. He opens his eyes, but she's gone.

Nothing lost, but nothing won. He hadn't a chance to see if she was the nightmare he was running from, or the dream that he wished for. He didn't get the chance to see if the world was going to maintain its annoying disposition, or if finally the pieces came together..