A dive into the comfort of dissolving -Part 1, incomplete.
There was an earthquake in my soul as I sat, soaking wet and still dripping, on the blanket. I shivered in a cold I haven't felt for years, it looked like giant green eyes reflecting the flame of our heater, hands between thighs on the third step of our staircase. It's suddenly winter and I have called you three times, you said thirty minutes, but it's been three hours since, now there's no answer and I wonder if you died in a car crash. The pain is so big, both your deaths and your broken promises that I fantasize about dying myself, the imagery becomes real in my soul and I am doomed to wander this three-floored, cold and empty house for eternity. I am still laughing with this beautiful human by my side, in this beautiful spot, in yet another beautiful day, but my fingertips know. The hairs on my legs, my heels, the space between my ribs and the depths of my spine, they all know that there is a lead orb keeping me from truly holding this hand, a very real, loving ha...