Recollections

I found this while looking back through my old drafts her on blogger. I think I planned to write more on the matter. However I think it's good enough as a standalone now that I read it.

What holds in us our need, our desire, our passion for living. Will she or won't she, sometimes I just sit and wonder about what could have been, with all these people I've never dared to meet, all of those pretty things I never dared explore. What brings in us this desire for acceptance; is our desire to live stronger than our passion to explore? No one can ever determine the true purpose to discovering an ancient lie, a hidden truth clouded in mystery, and I do caress the notion of loving a fellow lover, the occasional skip of the heart beat, the romantic gestures, the time old phrases and canon performances. Our life as we know it is merely a simple beat in the song and dance that entwines our lovely minds together. You always keep certain memories of your past, some of them will remain seemingly clear as day, others you'll remember fragments of speech, colours or smells, and the very special few will fade in time to leave a lasting impression of an extraordinary emotion that will be shared amongst yourself until the day you die. There is nothing that will make you forget how that moment felt, and everything that reminds you of that moment will trigger inside of you that moment that sits so deep in your heart.


The only light being the cool glow from the moon; nervous anticipation, satin and lace. Nervous excitement. A true connection, a timeless bond, a moment that will change your life forever. Twenty minutes of your life that you will never forget....