Rain

Walking together, holding hands. He rubs his thumb along hers and a lazy smile crosses his lips. She smiles softly back and leans her head to his shoulder. The chill of the air hits them and they pull closer. She glances up at him and he somehow seems far away now. He stares at the world around him, but is little aware of any of it. She sighs and glances up at the sky, deep, dark clouds moving overhead. A storm was near, anyone could smell it on the air. A shiver up her spine, rain drops caress her cheeks.

Eyes

Blue or green or grey. What color are they today? A little more of one than the other, or equal parts of two or all three. Once as deep and dark as blueberries, now a haze of cool, dulled hues. Altering vaguely day to day. Dependant on what other colors were floating about the scenery. Nothing overly dramatic or shocking. Nothing to be compared to things of nature any longer, no cloudy skies, no sapphires or forests. They just were. They did what they did, and perhaps reflected things unrealized by their bearer. But to her they just were eyes.

Leaving again

He touched her face, a fresh tear wiped away. He had to go again, too often it seemed. She knew he would always return, and with a smile, sweep her up in his arms. He told her not to cry, she tried. She tried hard to not let herself be consumed by the feeling. Each time she swore she would not let the tears fall, and each time they burned down her cheeks. But when they did, he would give her a gentle smile and brush the tears away, telling her that he would miss her more than she knew.

Split decision

Just decided, just now. Always looking for a project, a creative outlet. Hoping something interesting, thoughtful, or useful comes of it. Something to express, something to get out. A rant, a rave, the inane babble of borderline insanity. A new tool or a new vice? A new something to end up going in the trash. What once was so important could become simply habit, or even just forgotten all together. For better or worse it was done. Hope at least something was learned. Just another venture, something to try. Just another reach for meaning in life on a split decision.