Temporary showersA Story by Victoriana
Watching water run down my belly and legs and later disappear in the drainage hole makes me fairly sentimental.
Can't help but connect the process to how our memories function. How much really things matter if everything we invest so much emotion into eventually ends like it never existed, leaving temporary mark on our bodies like water cause wetness? I look back at situations, which seemed unbearable and scary, eating me from inside. Yet right now, I feel nothing. The more time passes, the more I learn how playful and fragile everything really is. Aren't we fascinating, humans? We expect our surroundings not to change while we are constantly doing it. Please, don't leave me, we beg. Then we leave ourselves. I love you more than anything in the world. And there we're on the couch, while our partner is not home, happy we can flirt with others online without fear. Everything, including you, will end. Like water disappears into drainage, so does our memories, promises and feelings. Doesn't matter how real the hot stream felt on your body for those few seconds. All we can do is to enjoy it while having it.
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