Here is bittersweet.
Caught in a trance of madness. An irresistible madness.
Infatuated. Can’t escape. But I don’t want to escape. How did we get ever get
here? I can’t seem to remember. Does it matter? Probably not here. I have never
felt this way before. It must be a dream. Butterflies, heart thumping, clammy
hands, rapid breathing, cheeks hurt from smitten. Is this love?
Here was simple,
At one point remember? Nothing else mattered. No worries. We would sit and fanaticize how great life would be if money didn’t ruled the world. We would rule the world. But then there was a time when things got quiet and we realized that is does. And love is not always willing and able. Life gets complicated without ever knowing. Love got complicated.
Here is quite now.
No one is here but me. Alone again. I will never forget
though, those brown pensive eyes, the rugged demeanor which was just an
exterior appearance. Because we both knew the truth, your deep and bashfully
laughter would give it away. Hahahahahahaha…….I just hope that you won’t forget either. We were there
once. Together. A place that is always imagined. A place hundreds of thousands
people wish to be someday.
1 comment:
Overall, the appearance of the post works well with the content and theme. The post is very cohesive in the sense that it gives me the feeling of being in a new place entirely. It’s neat because I don’t necessarily need to know exactly where “Somewhere” is to get that island feeling of escape and romance. This ambiance is created through the combination of the music (Bob Marley, classic), the image and the structure of the sentences. I love that your sentences lack structure. The fragments are symbolic of both islander manners and the love that you share with whomever “he” is. They are short, paralleling this romance that (I infer), like your sentences, also ended abruptly. I have to say though, that the stock-image background, predictable song and font choices do not do the content any justice.
The content of your post is extremely compelling in that it is broken into two parts. While I know nothing about the characters, I still know the whole story, or at least enough of the story to understand the feeling: bittersweet. Although, I almost wish that you wouldn’t have opened with the word “bittersweet” because I got that from the writing, without it ever having to be prefaced. The story moves quickly, which is also compelling. In a strange way, I enjoy the fact that I only got the beginning and ending. I respect these mysterious characters and their love more without my opinion being skewed by the gory details of the breakup (if I inferred that correctly).
I loved the way that your short video at the bottom of the post encompassed everything that this love was, and failed to be. The hands are tender and compassionate, yet never fully embrace each other. I thought that the video was well-complimented by your closing quotation, “A place hundreds of thousands of people wish to be someday.” I found dual meaning in this. On the surface, yes, everyone wants to journey to paradise-- hundreds of thousands of people travel to tropical locations every day. Deeper though, I interpreted this “place” that everyone wants to be, as, in love. Everyone wishes for love. Although the ending of this post was somber, I did find sweetness in that even though your love is lost, you appreciate that it ever existed at all.
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