"Oh Kason, you're so wonderful!"
"Please, please, it was nothing, I'd do anything for you baby."
"Oh KASON!" Zahra held my face in her hands, the tender embrace filling the room with emotion. Then she slowly leaned in, eyes closed, and we kissed. My hand lay on the small of her back, holding her body close to mine, the other tangled in her beautiful hair. Our breaths came in unison, as the liplock became stronger, and more passionate. Every sensation in my body was filled with pure bliss, and then I fell off my bed.
I spat out the corner of my pillow cover from my mouth in disgust, and unraveled the bedside lamp cord from my fingers. Tender embrace my arse. I sat on the floor in a semi depressed state, wishing so ferverently that the dream had been a reality. The clock on the bedside table read three thirty-five a.m. Perfect. Just what I needed to start a school week.
It had been two days since I'd last seen or heard from Zahra. The weekend had been boring, yet somehow I hadn't managed to find time to spend with her. Not like I'm desperate to be in her company, don't get me wrong. Right?
Why do I bother.
I don't even convince myself.
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.