Lucius Bod | Rogue Diary

Kiss

It’s been said that writers breathe in sighs and less oxygen permeates the brain because of it. Today, there are several reasons to be sad and yet every step I  take builds a story I want to tell, hoping to see light at the end of my walk. I sit on the sofa and it absorbs my grief; my fingers meet rugged fabric weaves that now feel what I feel. Sigh...

How to describe two beautiful eyes looking out from a window soaked in sun, still dim from the end of my love affair? Everyone must accept their lot in life and somehow, I still refuse the hand I’ve been dealt with. Should I be proud if I am dirty? Would I be proud if no one believes what I believe in? What am I supposed to do, now that unfulfilled desire has  returned?

I let go of these thoughts when I feel the cat sitting on my lap warming my hand now. That elusive happiness my life needs will be felt not in sighs but in smiles when I find it. Until then, running on the beach down the cliff from my house shall remind me that there are things larger than myself to console me.


Text: © Orlando Barahona
Image: © Day Donaldson/Flickr

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The Mimic

Hollow is my name. When we hug, I absorb all you have and play back the result sweetly and carefully, albeit not exactly. Wayward, brittle and shallow are words that mark me, yet they cannot define me as my love for you does. 

Pain. I am not sure of how much longer I can endure the exquisite pain of being single. My soul wants to leave, but I convince myself I feel the warmth of your soul, my lover in all these calls and emails we send each other.

Holding back all the kisses I want to give is no fun behind the door of my humble flat. Deep blue whispers and sounds of cars taking off or arriving happen during my insomnia bouts. People fighting, people kissing; lives outside my door, but I don’t make a sound. You could say I hold my breath to listen to everything outside my door. Perhaps one day I shall welcome the sounds of our relationship again. 


Text: © Orlando Barahona
Image: © Leandro Mocca/Flickr

 This work by Orlando Barahona is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. 

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