The Ocean waves its greetings to the Shore,
gently tickling the tips of his sand with
her wet fingers
she sighs at the contact
breathing in before heaving back
in sweet repetition
this brazen exchange
Too much toos to matter
Maybe you were brought together
to brush each other in the right direction…
but that’s it –
a brush, a light shove, a great stroke
You weren’t meant to stick on each other’s canvas,
you were just tools used to lick colors from palettes and
slather it on surfaces until you created the mess you needed
and maybe the truth is, I never learned anything
but only to muffle my tears into quieter ones
You’re looking for the sparks?
Oh, they disappeared long ago…right when both of you were busy with your individual worlds. She, with her late night shifts at the office. He, with his out-of-town business meetings that never seem to miss a weekend.
They tried to bring you together, you know.
You know. During the cloudy days when the rain would burst like a million water-balloons. They were lightning whizzing the streets, in search for the cab that got you stuck in bad traffic – always bad traffic – trying to pry your folded hands to pick up your phones and call the other.
To tell them…
To tell them what?
That I’m not in love with you anymore?
I have been in a creative bust since the start of my teaching career. I haven’t been able to write or draw (let alone read a book). Although, to be honest, I haven’t quite been in the “feeling” mode as well. I often “feel” like I’m on neutral rather than the overwhelming catastrophe of emotions I used to be.
Sooo, I decided to try to get in touch with my evidently missing artistic soul. And this is the result.
I’m not completely disappointed but also not completely elated. I got tired while doing the hair, hence, the angry unblended lines. I’ve recently been binge-watching Pretty Little Liars and I really love Troian Bellisario’s character, Spencer Hastings…
Well, this attempt has certainly sparked an interest to re-pursue my old hobbies. So, there’s that.