Strain of Consciousness

-“I cast a spell on you…” the musical notes fade softly, leaving only meaning. He thinks of her and smiles. He recalls the scene from a movie, in which, in a long shot, a woman walks across the screen, stopping only to press play. It left an impression, the song. He wants to share it with her. He keeps hearing it throughout the day, each time he feels their spirits touch, and its there, on his lips, behind every word they share. The sun lingers on the lazy horizon as the wind sweeps through the canyons. They stand, the two, […]

-He awakens with a thought of her, the impression of their night together, still fresh and perpetuating itself in his mind. In his half conscious state, he can feel the muscles tugging at his face and the resulting smile. It helps him open his eyes a little wider and clears his grogginess. The smile. He thinks back to the moments. The dance between them, even before they agree to dance between them. The soft caresses. Something about the sensual and the playful, something about the smiles and the sensing of each other. And ‘it’s energy he swears.’ She smiles, almost […]

-His mind floods over with forgotten memories of the people he’s encountered but never met again. Even then, the image eludes him. He starts to wonder how it is possible that so many conversations and their moments can lie hidden in the mind, forgotten and inaccessible but through an exhaustive plunge into the abyss of memory; and even then, not everything is recovered. Perhaps, they’re the earliest stages of Alzheimer’s. And he remembers his father moping through the house, always with that frustrated look on his face, always searching for something and being unable to find it. The weepy eyes […]

-His hands dance upon the table, his left collapses and lies inert, his right dangles near the edge, the empty space of ambivalence. She sits to the right of him, to the side of him. Her hands wrapped around her knee. She’s holding it, not loosely, but with a certain clench. Creating warmth perhaps, the tightened muscles visible along her hand’s structure. And he continues. He feeds off of her sweet giggling, the smile that catches her face by surprise every couple of minutes when their eyes meet anew. His own face is taken as well in the sweet encounter […]

-He stares into them, the eyes, and almost achieves recognition. The mechanism of memory, in his mind races through the recollection of brown/hazel/tan eyes he’s ever encountered, but the light hazels, which now feel pressed against his own, blur in proximity and become perceptibly imperceptible. Even if he had a photographic memory, as at times he believes he does, without a clear perception, it’d only be a cumbersome frustration, as it was most likely the relaxed light headedness that allowed him to relapse into the state between consciousness and sleep. Staring, staring into, even after the focus has been completely […]