LightningA Story by Roch KetchumYou know whenever I see you, whether it is in person or through digital media, I feel this overwhelming surge of emotions all over again. Thousands of pictures flash across my mind as your voice echoes in the void. It's exhilarating and exotic, sweet and and heavenly. But it's also scary. I can feel the panic attack coming as my heartbeat races faster and faster. Because there you are before me, carrying all the beauty this world has to offer, in your eyes, and all the enigma there is, in your soul.You are not some Prada model or Gucci stylist, but the way you tie those hair behind in a ponytail and the way you carry that smile on those soft lips of yours is prettier than anything ever can be. I feel panicked because I want to treasure this moment, while you are still with me in the best way I can and I feel I can't do enough.I never did. I never will.Because I know tomorrow won't be the same. Tomorrow perhaps, you won't be there. And suddenly there is not enough air in the room to breathe and I can feel the moisture in my eyes threatening to give away my facade.On one hand, it is a bliss to see you but on the other it scares me to death that this moment won't last. That the hands on the clock will keep on ticking forward and all this will just become a memory in the past. But it's important for me. Because the warm glow which fills me with the sensation of love when I see you is something I want to feel every second of my life. It is the fire burning my soul, but it is also the fire keeping me alive. So when you are gone, when the moment ends, my hands frantically search for my diary and pen to pour my heart out. Words fall short as I struggle to keep the previous few moments with you, alive on this piece of paper. And sometimes, when everything fails, I just run because words alone couldn't calm the throbbing pain in my heart. I run as hard as I can, as fast as I can. I run till my mind is numb to that constant ache in my heels or my lungs give away. And then I stop. I just stop and stand there in the darkness. And in the flicker of moment, when my world descends into oblivion, you wake up to life. © 2017 Roch KetchumAuthor's Note
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