forgotten-gold

 I want toast that crumbles and crunches like autumn leaves to be smothered in golden butter {with a gentle crackle and the glinting sweep of a knife} I want bitter sweet orange juice, idly sloshed into tall glasses whilst disdained coffee blows swirling steam into the morning air. I want laughter to bubble through the weak sunlight as a vivid yolk oozes across cheap porcelain. And I want it again, the very next day.

"You need to stop doing this." "Stop doing what?" "Writing me into your stories." "...why?" "Because…it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then." "Oh really?" "Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!" "So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly." "Well…firstly, I'm a really nervous person." "Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting y

Tick. Tick. Tick. Time is running out. Tick. Tick. The past is a mirror; an untouchable, separate world, to which we can never venture. Tick. Once a second goes by, it is gone forever. Just like a life. Once you die, you cannot return to the world of the living. Tick. Tick. Yet somehow, even though you and I will one day meet our end, time moves on still. Tick. Tick. Tick.

"You know what?" "No, what?" "We should never fall in love." "Huh? Why?" "Well, it's simple, really." "Explain it to me, then." "We're opposites, you and me. You're the sun, I'm the moon. You are day, I am night. You're warm and you beat with the vitality of life. I'm pretty chilly and I beat my fists against the mirror for showing me reality instead of dreams." "I still don't quite understand." "I am a dreamer, and you are a dream." "Thanks, I guess." "No, listen--you're like the people who say 'save the whales'. You want to save the world, you want to do some good. You want to make a change, make a difference. And me... well, I'm

"Hi, I'm-" "I know who you are." "You do?" "You're the guy who thinks he's invisible." "I have a name-" "It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important." "All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too." "Yeah?" "You're the girl who is broken." "I am not broken." "You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all." "I sleep well. Besides-" "You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years." "Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"