stories to tell

 Do you know the concept of height and energy? The higher something is the higher its energy. However, all that energy is just sitting there, accumulating and growing. Sitting next to you is being inside a beautiful and colorful hot air balloon. The longer we sit in silence, the more beautiful the view, the more I feel happy. Normally being nervous is uncomfortable but with you is more like I can expect excitement and comfort. Strange dichotomies. Being with you is an oxymoron. Bittersweet, comfortable excitement, roaring silence.  I want to hold your hand. To feel the tiniest details of your fingertips interlaced with mine. I want to exchange heat and warm you. But that would mean jumping off the balloon. Transform all my energy into movement. A scary proposition.  Would you want to fly with me? Your brown and gold hair shining in the wind. I’d tell you jokes to make you laugh and you’d laugh at how silly I was and I’d fall in love at how smart you are. I look at you, an...

 A tiny crunch of snow underfoot With a crisp air and a warm caress of an early sun, I walk beside you filled with inner happiness.  Happy to hear your steps, gliding on ice, Skipping on stones, floating into my heart.  A glittering of crackling ice hurts my knees But the adventure exhilarates me and I feel only joy, Inside that tunnel where in my imagination we kissed, Softly and lovingly.  A river, frozen and not, shines on my smile And in silence I sing and dance with you.  The leaves, brown and fragile, fly sometimes from our lookout, And nature turns the ice and the sun and the river into love. 

Train girl: "i can't say i don't miss you. and it's not like we had a lot of time alone between just us but every connection with you slowed time itself. every exchange of glances felt like an inside conversation, we smiled and i felt an energy unlike anything else. to say i thought you were beautiful is the biggest understatement i could make. you make me fly when you enter the room.  i dream for one kiss."     - Train boy

 The sea was bright blue and brought a brisk and cooling breeze. We were up on a hill overlooking the town and the vineyards that surrounded it. The sun shone splendidly and created gilded stripes in between the waves. It was around noon and before taking out the picnic blanket I looked at her to see if she was enjoying the view. I couldn’t be more enchanted. In the sun her eyes were a deeper blue than any ocean or sea I had ever seen. Sapphires were dull and boring next to her. Her lips were rosy and pretty and in a half smile that made me float in the air. I reached my hand to hold hers but I missed the mark and suddenly I was holding her hip. The curves of her body, she was a goddess incarnate. I prayed for Aphrodite to be elsewhere or else she’d be jealous.  We ate our sandwiches and laid on the blanket looking at the few clouds. i put my hands under my head and she nestled next to me. She looked at me and kissed me. At first softly. Then she crossed a leg over my waist an...

 Every kiss was sweeter than the previous one. Her lips felt like the softest fabric ever imagined. The wetness of her lower lip as it parted was an embrace to happiness and flowers bloomed in my heart. From the first time I saw her freezing in that train platform I knew she’d kill me. Either from love or heartbreak. She was so skinny, when she put on my scarf her tiny shirt lifted and I could see her hip bones. God I wanted to get on my knees and worship her waist! But now we are here, on a bridge over the rhine and alone. Feeling grateful that we found each other, saying our good byes, and suddenly I held her hand and pulled her closer to me. It was so smooth I couldn’t believe I was doing it. I saw her big eyes, forest green in this dusk light, dart from my lips to my eyes and I kissed her. Then all passion broke loose.  I felt love. It was warm, it was sudden, it was scary. We couldn’t part like this. Her hands wrapped around my neck and I held her even closer. I felt her ...

 Karma police. That’s who followed her to Europe. She was not supposed to submit an abstract to this conference. Not when Mark had been working for 5 years at the company and had never traveled before. Not when she only had 6 months in and barely knew anyone. But he had called her science shoddy. Fuck him. It’s not her fault they deemed her hastily made experiment much better than his. She was given a presentation and travel award while that prick didn’t even get in. It was underhanded, the way she went about it, but after all the comments about women in engineering he deserves to be stuck where he is.  Nevertheless karma is a bitch who doesn’t care about fuckwads getting what they deserve. As she was getting off the train in that tiny French village she noticed her luggage being dragged on by a tiny blond haired teenager. It took Ana five seconds to realize she was being robbed. “Wait!!! help! stop that kid!” She ran after her but she was agile as hell and jumped across the t...