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Monday, 17 March 2008
Drabbles- zan
Title: Drabbles
Author: i_am_zan
Rating: G
Notes: ... for a_mael and for K
1.
The lights dim and I cannot really hear or see anymore but everything is loud yet somehow far away. My senses are under an onslaught of something else. A heartbeat I feel that is not mine. If it beats in time with mine I am not sure but it makes for a good rhythm with mine. There is a warmth that spreads from somewhere inside of me. It is a presence and nearness. I hold on to this because it is right. It does not need explanation. I know this because the feeling is not just mine, it wraps us both.
2.
I see his hands and they are not how he sees them. He thinks them clumsy, too round, all knuckle and bone. He is envious of mine - he says they are long, slender and strong. He does not see his hands as I do when they dance over white and black, coaxing melodies simple but beautiful. He grips a pick between fingers as with the other hand he presses down on chords, major and minor. He strums with gentleness and with strength. He is stronger than he thinks himself to be. But that is okay, I just remind him.
end.
Author: i_am_zan
Rating: G
Notes: ... for a_mael and for K
1.
The lights dim and I cannot really hear or see anymore but everything is loud yet somehow far away. My senses are under an onslaught of something else. A heartbeat I feel that is not mine. If it beats in time with mine I am not sure but it makes for a good rhythm with mine. There is a warmth that spreads from somewhere inside of me. It is a presence and nearness. I hold on to this because it is right. It does not need explanation. I know this because the feeling is not just mine, it wraps us both.
2.
I see his hands and they are not how he sees them. He thinks them clumsy, too round, all knuckle and bone. He is envious of mine - he says they are long, slender and strong. He does not see his hands as I do when they dance over white and black, coaxing melodies simple but beautiful. He grips a pick between fingers as with the other hand he presses down on chords, major and minor. He strums with gentleness and with strength. He is stronger than he thinks himself to be. But that is okay, I just remind him.
end.
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