Solace
06-10-2012, 11:11 AM
This is my first time sharing this story. It's really descriptive but that is how i felt when I wrote it. Please enjoy :)
I walked out onto the balcony; a cool breeze caressed my face, softening the last of the suns warmth that coloured my cheeks. The sky, a bright pinkish glow seemed to illuminate the world. I sipped my iced tea as I watched the last glimpse of the vibrant light cross paths with the energised and eager moon. Before long, the bright silvery light of the moon had blanketed the earth, replacing the burning glimmer from the sun. The air was thick and humid now, leaving a pleasant feeling of heat and sweat on my skin as I leaned back into a chair, watching people on the streets below. A sweet fragrance of a chilled breeze swept past my nose, and the delicate song of night life was carried up from the street, reaching my ears in a stifled gentle tone.
The streets quickly filled with people, and as I watched them pour out into groups of loud, faceless beings, I felt lonesome. My heart began to drop into a certain dread of nothingness, a carelessness that was not uncommon for me. Often times after experiencing the peak of ecstasy from seeing so much love and beauty in the world, I will become indifferent, almost as if I was mourning the experience that had just passed me.
Almost by cue, i felt thin arms wrap around my neck, relaxing down my torso and a heavy chin press lightly on my head. It seems these feelings of carelessness were always coupled with this long embrace from the one I loved. It seems the universe simply made it that way. Playing with my shirt, and staring down onto the street she sighed a hot breath into the air, and groaned as she rubbed her face gently on my head, like a cat would affectionately rub her owners leg. I smiled as she pressed her cold cheek to mine, still warm from the sun. I tenderly stroked her arms, running my fingers under her shirt to hold her shoulders, slightly pressing the muscle next to her neck on either side.
I closed my eyes as she swept the hair away from my ear, I felt her hot breath tickle my moist neck as she whispered to me sweet coos about lust and love, longing and desire and finally, the offer of a drink.
We held hands crossing the road into a small back alley, walled with graffiti backdrops and litter. We walked half the length of the alley before reaching the doors of a quiet café that never seemed to close. Its doors had been recently painted a bright red, covering the weathering of the elements. This seemed to be the only upkeep of the dwelling, the rest seemed to be forgotten or overlooked. The windows bottom left pane had been broken, almost artistically. A light grey smoke escaped through the hole and ascended, turning into a white mist. The sign above the door was dramatically slanted to the right, hanging by one rusty nail, it read: “The Willow Tree”. An odd name for a café as the only sign of a tree in this city was an old flaky painting that hung above the bar within. This café was the place we went to every day for an entire year; this is where we had fallen in love.
Serge sat at the bar, he obviously hadn’t moved since that morning, this was not uncommon behaviour for him on his days off. His jeans were worn from his heels, causing them to rip a semi-circle shape exposing his calves. He waved to us with his drink, spilling a lot of it on his light brown singlet, already stained from food and sweat. As he shouted out to us, crumbs fell from his salt and pepper beard, landing in his cup. We sat with him, as we ordered our drinks, then proceeding to the back, past the smoke filled room occupied by a man we could never see, and had never spoken to but was always there.
We sat in a quiet, cosy couch and drank, a low murmur of classical music drifted through the atmosphere, creating opportunities for philosophical thoughts and intelligent conversation. However not much was said, a glance here and there was all we needed to convey our thoughts. This made me smile; our connection seemed so strong and reliable, something I wasn’t familiar with. I found getting close to people hard and irritating; I could never be myself and ended up trying to please others with a foreign personality. I had always been a loner. Although I had never gotten used to the feeling of being alone, I loathed it.
It wasn’t until I moved here that I realised how lonely someone could be, and how hard meeting new people was, without sharing similar activities. However it was surprisingly easy when we met.
She was riding a bicycle down a steep hill, and I was walking aimlessly up it. When a cat ran into her path she swerved and hit me instead. Her fiery red helmet broke my nose and cheek bone, it was the best day of my life. And to think, if that cat hadn’t crossed the road, she would have ridden past me, and I would still be as lonely and gloomy as I used to be. She helped me to the hospital and stayed with me until I was released. She was so remorseful that she offered to take me out to dinner. We ended up talking so much that by the time we realised we were hungry, everything was closed and we were in some back alley. That was the first time we found the Willow Tree, a damp old place that was smoky and crude, but the food was alright and the atmosphere was so calming.
It wasn’t until I stumbled into an old book shop that I saw her again, weeks later. She looked just as beautiful; I followed her around the shop for a while, staring at her, looking at what books she viewed and what she ignored. I didn’t think she noticed me at all until she turned around and offered me a book that I might like. She’s often cleverly deceitful like that; playing poker with her can get quite frustrating at times. Although I think it is because of how cunningly sneaky she can be that I love her so much. She is hard to figure out, unpredictable and wise for her age and this intrigues me, she intrigues me.
I watched her finger as she playfully ran it around the rim of her cup, seducing me further into a world I could not comprehend. The air surrounding us felt thick like clouds, making me weary as I watched her finger go round and round, all the while her eyes are watching mine, waiting for a connection. The wine was strong and I felt my senses slowly disappear as I drifted into sleep, dreaming of past conversations and fantasies of the future.
I walked out onto the balcony; a cool breeze caressed my face, softening the last of the suns warmth that coloured my cheeks. The sky, a bright pinkish glow seemed to illuminate the world. I sipped my iced tea as I watched the last glimpse of the vibrant light cross paths with the energised and eager moon. Before long, the bright silvery light of the moon had blanketed the earth, replacing the burning glimmer from the sun. The air was thick and humid now, leaving a pleasant feeling of heat and sweat on my skin as I leaned back into a chair, watching people on the streets below. A sweet fragrance of a chilled breeze swept past my nose, and the delicate song of night life was carried up from the street, reaching my ears in a stifled gentle tone.
The streets quickly filled with people, and as I watched them pour out into groups of loud, faceless beings, I felt lonesome. My heart began to drop into a certain dread of nothingness, a carelessness that was not uncommon for me. Often times after experiencing the peak of ecstasy from seeing so much love and beauty in the world, I will become indifferent, almost as if I was mourning the experience that had just passed me.
Almost by cue, i felt thin arms wrap around my neck, relaxing down my torso and a heavy chin press lightly on my head. It seems these feelings of carelessness were always coupled with this long embrace from the one I loved. It seems the universe simply made it that way. Playing with my shirt, and staring down onto the street she sighed a hot breath into the air, and groaned as she rubbed her face gently on my head, like a cat would affectionately rub her owners leg. I smiled as she pressed her cold cheek to mine, still warm from the sun. I tenderly stroked her arms, running my fingers under her shirt to hold her shoulders, slightly pressing the muscle next to her neck on either side.
I closed my eyes as she swept the hair away from my ear, I felt her hot breath tickle my moist neck as she whispered to me sweet coos about lust and love, longing and desire and finally, the offer of a drink.
We held hands crossing the road into a small back alley, walled with graffiti backdrops and litter. We walked half the length of the alley before reaching the doors of a quiet café that never seemed to close. Its doors had been recently painted a bright red, covering the weathering of the elements. This seemed to be the only upkeep of the dwelling, the rest seemed to be forgotten or overlooked. The windows bottom left pane had been broken, almost artistically. A light grey smoke escaped through the hole and ascended, turning into a white mist. The sign above the door was dramatically slanted to the right, hanging by one rusty nail, it read: “The Willow Tree”. An odd name for a café as the only sign of a tree in this city was an old flaky painting that hung above the bar within. This café was the place we went to every day for an entire year; this is where we had fallen in love.
Serge sat at the bar, he obviously hadn’t moved since that morning, this was not uncommon behaviour for him on his days off. His jeans were worn from his heels, causing them to rip a semi-circle shape exposing his calves. He waved to us with his drink, spilling a lot of it on his light brown singlet, already stained from food and sweat. As he shouted out to us, crumbs fell from his salt and pepper beard, landing in his cup. We sat with him, as we ordered our drinks, then proceeding to the back, past the smoke filled room occupied by a man we could never see, and had never spoken to but was always there.
We sat in a quiet, cosy couch and drank, a low murmur of classical music drifted through the atmosphere, creating opportunities for philosophical thoughts and intelligent conversation. However not much was said, a glance here and there was all we needed to convey our thoughts. This made me smile; our connection seemed so strong and reliable, something I wasn’t familiar with. I found getting close to people hard and irritating; I could never be myself and ended up trying to please others with a foreign personality. I had always been a loner. Although I had never gotten used to the feeling of being alone, I loathed it.
It wasn’t until I moved here that I realised how lonely someone could be, and how hard meeting new people was, without sharing similar activities. However it was surprisingly easy when we met.
She was riding a bicycle down a steep hill, and I was walking aimlessly up it. When a cat ran into her path she swerved and hit me instead. Her fiery red helmet broke my nose and cheek bone, it was the best day of my life. And to think, if that cat hadn’t crossed the road, she would have ridden past me, and I would still be as lonely and gloomy as I used to be. She helped me to the hospital and stayed with me until I was released. She was so remorseful that she offered to take me out to dinner. We ended up talking so much that by the time we realised we were hungry, everything was closed and we were in some back alley. That was the first time we found the Willow Tree, a damp old place that was smoky and crude, but the food was alright and the atmosphere was so calming.
It wasn’t until I stumbled into an old book shop that I saw her again, weeks later. She looked just as beautiful; I followed her around the shop for a while, staring at her, looking at what books she viewed and what she ignored. I didn’t think she noticed me at all until she turned around and offered me a book that I might like. She’s often cleverly deceitful like that; playing poker with her can get quite frustrating at times. Although I think it is because of how cunningly sneaky she can be that I love her so much. She is hard to figure out, unpredictable and wise for her age and this intrigues me, she intrigues me.
I watched her finger as she playfully ran it around the rim of her cup, seducing me further into a world I could not comprehend. The air surrounding us felt thick like clouds, making me weary as I watched her finger go round and round, all the while her eyes are watching mine, waiting for a connection. The wine was strong and I felt my senses slowly disappear as I drifted into sleep, dreaming of past conversations and fantasies of the future.