Cotton Candy

An evening filled with skies is what it took to take the shade away. It brought with itself something else, something that took you in and enveloped you at the same time. She said “Don’t let me go, I don’t want to go. Why are you doing this to me? What is this about and how did I deserve this?” She shouted alone and the ears of the king went into the well with no water. Nobody was concerned with anybody else’s clothes either. 

Why weren’t there any good love stories written before? What filled the libraries up, apart from a few feeble attempts at catching a glimpse of it? He didn’t know and she didn’t want to know. There were no true love stories among the films either. They have had to go back in time, a few centuries ago, and collect the sand grains of another time dimension which contained what the two of them sought after. Together, they would "wonder lonely."

When the discourse was intimate it didn’t leave place for writing. Only existence did. But love did exist. It was here in this world. Somewhere in it, but not there when it is not thought about, and not there when it was not well-deserved. The whimsical princess of all concepts hid away, waiting for the day and the time that she would take him.

Like my friend’s Carlos’, it was a memory which resonated. And he remained. He stayed where he wasn’t and where he could have been. Was it all a farce and did time had no power? To her, it felt like time could only take away what belonged to the two of them. And she knew that time was a ‘he’. With a French accent. 

And a little cloud would carry them away. They just had to find their ways onto it.