life help: We walk past each other.

Mr. P

We walk past each other.

Two fragrances collide in our wake.
Frigid
warm.
For an instant they are indistinguishable, they become unified,
entangled in their very differences. For an instant they are neutral.
For a heartbeat we are
one.
Two
feel the same pulse skip, the blood pause for one frame.
You stop. I look back.
Our eyes lock, our senses melt. There is a mutual understanding,
an unwarranted trust. We exchange a faith that life is fluid, that
fate is your own. In that instant, I have taken a part of you, as
you have with I. The antidote to our emptiness has become
each other, nothing but a poison moments earlier.
The trance is broken. As quickly as they met, the aromas
dissipate. They unravel, blinded to the idea they ever met.
We head our separate ways.
Eyes still watch the sidewalk, but the world seems brighter.
I have changed, but cannot see it. Thoughts pour through
my head, racing, trying to keep up. But they never can.
I am a million miles away. I am wherever I want.
I am whoever I want. I am me.
I crack a smile.
And walk past another.

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Anonymous #
2 months ago (16 minutes after post)

i liked that. cool.

optimismiles 2 #
An Undisclosed Location | 2 months ago (37 minutes after post)

well WE walk past eachother, like i’ve never seen him in my life, never spoken on the phone for hours, walked around holding hands, like he’s never kissed me infront of his friends, or told me that i’m different than other girls in a good way. we walk past eachother and all i can think is that he wouldn’t ask me for the time of day if his life depended on it.

i guess there’s lots of ways you can walk past somebody.

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