Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "sillage"

It's better to let go than to recreate. It's always so much better to create something new, especially when you are not in anywhere new, place or mental state. When it's all the same, you don't have to be. You can start anew. And yeah, I know. I look the same as I did when she told me she thought she loved me. I am still the same, still look the same. Looking at her now, with Sigur Rós warning me in the background, is making me so nostalgic for her. As she is now, she's reminding me of the girl she used to be; never real but always magical. So full of things that dissolved in the air. Though I'll say this though. The red of her mouth looks so unfamiliar now, seems unknown, feels empty and moves nothing in me. Time has distorted and squeezed her mouth into something unbearable, I hardly recognize it. But her breath is still familiar, still feels like her. Monstrous, ruining women, weakening men, and making all the clowns happy. Her torn lips no longer telling the story of the rain, but the memory of the fish lingers on. She is still moving on, not dour, leaving now. Heading full tilt in just one direction. Where could that be. A place where she dreams about her reflection, but she dreamt that too much, too much of that. She's burned out now, her burnt fingers aching something else in her. Where else is she going to meet me other than the Graveyard of the Trees. It's there I'll give her what remains of tonight. In exchange for the numinous spiral, spindly and liquid, I will give her the night.