Stream
By djr
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STREAM
Freeze frame on a man sitting hunched on the floor of his best friend's
room, staring at a point in space between the wall and infinity. Pain
is carved into the deep lines of his brow.
His friend is working on a new design, keystrokes like muted percussion
to the drama, and silently observes the events unfold.
She is sitting in the room with them, talking. Telling them about the
wonderful man she just met.
He is going mad.
He soundlessly mouths words, the words he wants to say:
The Most Beautiful Girl in the World
Is you.
You are the most Beautiful girl in the world.
My world.
And soon to be so in a million other worlds.
Your talent shines beyond you like a lamp to attract the Awake, the
non-sheep, the one's with Soul.
Your talent touches me like nothing ever has done before.
The last poem you read to me, sitting in the kitchen in Sutton Avenue,
took me to a place beyond dream and dimension: you didn't see my jaw
hit the floor.
I love you.
I am in love with you.
I have been so since the nanosecond your spirit met mine.
That was a long time ago and the pure, raw, overwhelming emotion
terrified me because I could only think about how young you were.
Some deep conversations with people close to me made me realise that
this was simply something utterly special.
You are not young. You are Ancient. Wisdom seeps from the words you
write and speak. The Tenderness of the Muse floods from you with every
touch you make.
Every touch you make.
To hold you in my arms to cradle you is the happiest point in
time.
To hold you in my arms and be allowed to love you, is, I am sad to
state, the barrier between us now.
I am tearing myself apart trying to protect and not betray our
friendship - the silver ring - pure - solid - *whispers a magic word in
your ear*
For two years I have woken to find you in my mind, still lingering
there from the dreams or my night time adventures in lands made of
cloud, swimming in deep seas where dolphins carried you up laughing and
wild. For two years you have inhabited the very essence of who I
am.
You are the Most beautiful girl in the world.
Sunday morning I woke up in hotel in London, the Halcyon, in an unhappy
state. I can see&;#8230;.. You're about to embark on the Great
Adventure. You're about to be flung up to a dizzy height, carried their
by the breath and hands of all the people who are suddenly going to
want to know you. It is an amazing, wonderful, exciting time about to
begin: I am smiling with joy for you in my thoughts. I'm lying on a
sofa, in a hotel, surrounded by people I don't love or hate. My whole
life has never been clearer. My whole life is soaring, impossibly, like
a whale kicking free of the ocean and surging upwards through the sky
to reach the Moon. Yet I am in an unhappy state.
I do not fear of losing you. I do not hold jealous thoughts like other
fools.
I love you.
I am in love with you.
To hold you in my arms to cradle you is the happiest point in
time.
That is all.
The man did not move whilst the girl continued to tell her tale. His
friend felt his pain, but what more could he do? Love between friends
could cut like water through a stone. It would find its own course, if
given the time.
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