Writing 101 – Day Five: Loose leaf of a Lament

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A letter!
But here?!

“…From the Depth of my heart.

With Loves Fieriest Passion

Karis.”

Moving sentiments from the strangest face. Pompous paper, with seductive mysteries had broken my stride, penetrated my world on a canvas of concrete, pebbles and dashings of earth. Curiosity won in straight sets. My hast for the convenience stores concessionary corner was calmed, but life gifted justly, after all, “Life is like a box of chocolate you never know what you’re gonna…”

“Get it through you’re head, Its you, only you, its always been you! This is hard and …”

Painful, the curiosity grips intensely. Oh mystery, you burn me. The letters were loud, Jittery loops of fire, quivering curves of angst, ink drenched regret on the paper that caught fire when a broken heart burst.

Operation skittles and M&M’s, was belittled by them and them. The hearts and minds of him and her. There was her, there was him. There was Karis, there was Dave. But Karis and her fire ignited this parchment with this ember that rattled incessantly in ink, and in turn, my mind.

The cold concrete and morning dew had stolen these words and suffocated there messenger. Only the faintest breathe of an address, the residues of a final hope, lingered on the tattered sleeve of Manila.

“Seymour Road”

I was thrust in a storm of hearts, this slither of lightning teased me with a flash, a glimpse of passion ,lust and maybe distrust.

Seymour road is 5 Minutes away. Seymour road is 10 minutes and 20 houses long.

For Love, for the Lust for Mystery. I marched on destiny’s unpredictable tempest.