naked as we came [private]
Oct 9, 2010 14:25:46 GMT -7
Post by roko on Oct 9, 2010 14:25:46 GMT -7
Hours were days, and days were weeks as his vast bank of rampant and restless memories would tear asunder the dam of will he forcibly wrought with the sole intention of keeping him from returning so quickly. He had grown older during his time away, he had grow miserable even while doing what he 'loved'; what people he truly loved the most had been nowhere near him to say "old man" or even "i love you".
A feint smile etched itself onto his lips as the warm scent of smoke filled the air shortly after he lit the fag which he held in place with his lips, he would shake his finger, the flame putting itself out right after. Was it wise for him to embark on another untimely adventure of his? Was it at all necessary to find time by himself where he could train, train and think to himself like he had done as a youth? He hadn't known anymore; it was kind of funny, most people would assume the jaded would understand their actions and the intent of them, but, alas such assumptions were more often false then could ever be imagined.
So there he stood: lonely, tired, confused, but the warm scent the burning cigarette gave off was a comfort that wrapped around him, the same feeling of warmth and security enveloped him, the feelings a baby would receive from a wool blanket in the dead of winter. He parted the lips when he grabbed hold of the cigarette, exhaling the smoke. His mind would tame the amorphous clouds of gray, images playing before him in the trailing smoke. It was time to go back, but did they want him back? Had they grown tired of his constant vanishing act? Had they grown tired of the uncertainty of him ever returning?
He had no clue . . .
He wouldn't just up and appear like a cool wind in July . . . he'd have to subtle about it. He would throw the cigarette to the ground, crushing it with his bare foot while he stepped forward, his stalwart hand running through his mid-length hair before he put on his kasa and going on his way; he couldn't keep them waiting forever.
Boy, did he have an apology for them.