10.04.2004

Surreal Shots IV

"Sometimes, you're scary," she said.

It was spoken like a compliment, but lightning kept flashing honesty in her eyes, liquid white light illuminating the cracks of revelation.

"Remember," he asked her, "When you were young - or not so young, perhaps - and you wanted nothing more than to know there was someone out there who could understand you? Really, and truly?"

Her lips twisted. Pursed.

"Yes." The wind whipped lashes of her hair through the sky.

"So," he pressed, "Is this a case of Be Careful What You Wish For?"

No answer followed. Finally, he smiled half a smile. He seemed to do everything in halves.

"How about this, then, " he told her. "When I was young - or not so young, perhaps - that is what I wanted."

She sighed.

"Everyone wants to be understood," she noted softly.

"True," he said, turning his eyes back to the ocean, where the setting of the sun had swallowed all of history.

"But, I mean: I wanted to be the one to understand."

2 Comments:

Blogger LisaPal said...

I really like these surreal diversions. I really like these surreal diversions. (Repeated foer emphasis, since I can't figure out how to italicise in the comments section.)

2:15 PM  
Blogger Lasciate said...

I appreciate that. They are really the most comfortable way for me to express what it is actually like for me to understand this.

9:30 PM  

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