Swan Song

The horizon burned an indescribable, profound orange. The depth of the auburn day's end echoed memories of elapsed moments. He remembered now why she was too wonderful for words.

He was unconditionally engrossed by her every move. Breath soft, chest hard, and atmosphere tense. Isn’t it a shame, he thought, how nothing lasts forever?

Her sea-green eyes were filled with an ocean of tears, for this was the most painful goodbye she would ever encounter. Time should be limitless, she thought. Boundless, inexhaustible, and never-ending.

Instead, they were almost immediately bounded by darkness; the golden-brown sunset becoming a fading memory. Her heart skipped a beat. She held him close and breathed the scent of his skin; wishing she could be trapped in this perfect, heart-rending moment for eternity.

Kaleidoscopic Visions.

Have you ever taken the time to shut your eyes, and press into them ever so lightly with your fingertips? It happens to be one of my favourite things to do. A simple amusement, distraction, diversion. Blending my thoughts and feelings into an array of complex patterns. It takes me away - absorbing my mind soul and spirit into one psychedelic perplexing vision.

For a fleeting moment, I am blinded by a kaleidoscopic fantasy. This is my porthole to a world of suspended reality. Here, I am at ease. I am myself. Here, I become utterly absorbed by euphoria.