It seems this blog has started to become a source of my procrastination.
I have a lot to do and very little time to do it, yet here I am.
I would much rather be doing this.
recounting.
I miss the summer.
I miss the sticky air, the sweltering sun, the freckles on your face.
Winter isn't meant for us. That was obvious from how it all started.
One night.
One week.
Four days...
I guess I'm not sure exactly when it happened..
I did not think myself so susceptible.
I had spent months and months building up my dusty bricks.
Laying the foundation firmly beneath my feet.
Carefully stacking each and every brick to make sure nothing could slip through.
Pouring out the soft, wet cement that would soon dry into a cold, hard frame.
I sat down behind my bricks and waited patiently.
Waiting for that breath of fresh air I was sure I would find.
Head north.
That's the key.
Now,
I
am
(ever so willingly)
being
pulled
back
south.
the absolute last thing I had ever imagined happening.
Especially not after I had erected my sturdy wall...
The wall that never wanted to be built.
at least I had plenty of help.
I didn't want you. I didn't want anything, I only wanted to get away.
Yet through your lips, a soft breeze blew, gracing the rough edges of my bricks and mortar.
My wall crashed to the ground. I didn't even see it happen.
It was just gone.
And you were standing there, offering an extended arm, beckoning me.
Did I hesitate? Was I scared?
Sure.
My wall had been built on my back, it wasn't supposed to fall so easily.
It was stronger than that.
Something forgotten about took over though.
Something that I thought I wouldn't see again for a long time.
Something so natural it couldn't be stopped.
"On silly things with wheels of two
we rode there, my eyes on you."
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