In recent times my words had been reduced to nothing short of a waste of time. I lost all inspiration to produce any written work of value, when I actually wrote. The monotony in my words was fast becoming and painful torture, and old habits of sticking to a familiar proved to die hard indeed. All this was certain to go on, but one week changed all of that.
One week changed my words from useless, to fruitful. Not in their message, but from the sheer substance that brought them into existence. My words might make very little sense in the end, but through the eyes of a man dazed by romance, these words will carry a musical flow that will force a particular face to smile, and a particular heart to dance to this distinct rhythm.
One week amplified the beating of a heart that got all too used at silently beating away from the worlds gaze. A heart settled for solitude due to its refusal to shaking off shackles of the past. A heart pinned down by childish insecurities that take the front of being defense mechanisms. Mechanism that arguably led to more harm that protection.
One week moved faster than the rest. Fast because it gave more lessons about something or someone at such a rate that still baffles me. These precious days broke down a heart on guard, leaving it to succumb to the sweetest passions. Passions so tender and untainted that the thought of them warms the gut as if a minute yet monumental sun slowly rises to bring light and warmth.
One week caused me to think of you around the clock, and one week is all it took for me to fall you. Others might argue to that it takes longer to feel such, but I will bravely laugh to the face of anyone who doubts my fortune. I week has caused me to fiend for your touch and the sound of your voice. Borderline ridiculous to imagine what drastic effects such few days could do. Perhaps I'm misled to find awe in the number of days It took, but rather I should seek continued amazement at the person behind the beauty of this infamous one week.
One week has led to my fragile body shaking like a leaf due to severe withdrawal symptoms. A detox that has been forcibly places unto me, which leads to excruciating agony as I crave for just a few more ounces of your loving. But like an addict I lie as I claim that all I need is a little bit. My body continues to shake as your presence is still far from. too far for my liking. Too far for me to have your ear and share all the careless whispers of my heart.
One week has filled me with so much emotion that I simply throw my hands in the air as I realize that these words are merely the tip of what looks to be a very big ice berg. one week; simple and innocent, yet breath-taking to its very last kiss.
