One night,
riding pillion on a friend's bike (read: bicycle, not motorbike- snort) I think I almost know what romance is. Disgustingly sweet. Hanging on for your dear life, ambushed with the possibility of crashing and dying together. Cruising through deserted roads, adorned with glowing orange streetlights. A thickened silence when we pass by a row of trees daintily decorated with Christmas lights. The cool metal cutting through my skin and bones. Getting stalled in the middle of the road, surrounded by cars on both sides, going nowhere while the green man’s walking faster and faster. Laughing and shrieking, when he swerves left and right and pretends to almost crash into a wall.
And when it was time to get off, for a second I could not remember how to walk.
Crippling insanity.
Sick sweet roses.
When ten minutes feels like an hour.
2 comments:
i really like your description of what romance or even perhaps rose is. this is one of my favouritest post. meling you are such an inspirtation:)
i mean perhaps love.
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