Without you I am unmoored. I am adrift, my life a drift. Like eyes closed on the highway, the car hits a bend, seems to tilt and never quite go back to level. A plane that dips and seems to suddenly ignore the horizon. There is energy that slides, is pulled, straight out of the center of my chest, right where you used to lay your head, and powers the television long enough to read the lyrics. My tarred, dark heart still loves you, my light heart smiles, scarred. A stiff upper lip while the lower one quivers. I don't want you back, I just want back what you took, which, unfortunately, is you.
"Put it all in quotes," said Chumley, carrying a box that read "kitchen". Heather thought about putting it all in quotes, italicizing it. Maybe attributing it to some impossible source. Veronica Lodge. The Dalai Lama. Alanis. "Why?" she asked, while making a mental note: shower curtain. "Well, if you're feeling self conscious about it. Plus, it'd be funny." Chumley didn't work very hard in the moving process, but Heather was thankful that he was around.
Sam was smartly dressed, a fitted fall coat and trim slacks. A victor's dress. He found the note, without italics, without quotes, signed sincerely. And the effect it had on him, what Heather wanted so desperately to see, was rather disappointingly internal, he looked as if he had just swallowed a multivitamin. In fairness, a potent multivitamin, one that might come from a $12.00 bottle. [buy]
Posted by Dan at September 18, 2012 10:31 AM
and it will begin playing. All songs are also available to download: just right-click the link and choose 'Save as...'
