15 March 2013
Our naked feet danced on the untrimmed grass. It was warm under our tender soles. It was warm like we were-- like biscuits fresh out of the oven, we emanated warmth as we baked under the summer sun.
Clear as day, the sky dressed in pale cerulean with nothing but the rays that warmed our backs. Clad in our light, baggy shirts and wash-faded crops, we paraded through the yard with eyes full of wonder. And naught but our jokes and goof, we played a game of nonsense that only we could understand.
Life was like a dream--a beautiful dream. As if his lovely smile were to vaporize before me like a sick magic trick without the explanation... And I was the naive child watching the show as I danced with the boy I feared to lose most
That distinct sense of familiarity struck me when the sky's hue changed from blue to pink like a sunset instant time-lapse. It was what we had always read about in History, Hiroshima survivor accounts. ...and my love and I were reenactors in the prologue.
Petrified, I clung to him as useless as it was desperate. As if he'd free me from the grip of fate--as if his soul could save my life. The sky glowed white and all went mute. There was nothing. Nothing. And time forbade a kiss goodbye as god-strong winds blew our lives away like dandelion puffs... to start all over again.
My golden skin was bread in a toaster set on HI. The sun seemed to be getting closer from the intensity of heat. I felt my hands cup my ears as pressure pushed them in. All around me, the whitest white and soundless air encompassed me and somewhere my lover... And then there was nothing. Nothing.
_____________ I actually had a dream about Kim Jong-Un blowing up the US last night. Yep. I've been thinking about it a lot! It was so weird the way everything happened after the bomb hit...so crazy. It was scary too since I experienced it firsthand in my dream... Could you imagine?
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