Agito
October 2, 2009 by lastgunslinger
It would have been the most beautiful only it was ugly. It would have been pretty classic only it was a hands down sell out. It would have been the kind to be remembered for ages only it was ephemeral. I would have told everyone only you wanted silence.
From the carefully poison-coated capital letters to the properly accentuated vowels and choked up consonants; From the temperamental outbursts to those quiant coffee aided aftertalks that always seemed to make more sense than they should. From the mind-blowing intellectual orgasms to their carnal counterparts; From you to the next; From the next to the next; From the next then back to you; From you to love to hate until everything got jumbled up.
Until everything became you.
Until you became nothing.
To looking back from looking to; To wanting to from needing to; To sunsets from rises; To insignificant from adored; To faking from being.
I took a breath.
I watched as the hearts paraded in front of me: life in its grandest. I felt the invitation to reanimate in the way the colors were played out. I would keep the pact as it was beautiful, out of beat, forever the deviant, human. It was the most beautiful.
It would have been you only it was not.
But then again, would it really matter?
