The Land of NeverWas

Where all the "Might Have Beens" live

abyss

time can seem to crawl no more slowly than when you want to hear from someone. a second can seem like a decade. a minute a century. an hour; eternity. days passing by is a time frame too terrible to bear. every tick and every tock of the clock echoes inside of you like an earthquake shaking you to your very core. nothing could speed up time again like a word from your lover. but silence reigns and time still oozes on. uncertainty keeping you constant companion. you know there will be a breaking point at which the time stream will return to its normal pace, but it feels like you will never get there. it is like swimming toward a surface too far away and your lungs are beginning to burst for want of air. if only you could break through that surface and take in a lungful of her and never have to plunge back down into the watery depths of her absence ever again. but that is then. for now you must make your way breathlessly through the murk. that dark hole she has left. that abyss.

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3 thoughts on “abyss

  1. Jennifer on said:

    Amazing as always.

  2. Surreal on said:

    to torture a man you have to know his pleasures… The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

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