A very happy birthday to Kristina! May your succeeding days be filled with pure love and... should I say more money? Hehe.

randomness # 16 or something

   I cried when he said some words that caught in the air, rattling together with the freezing dampness pressing against us. It was dark black, a cloudy night, perfect timing for keeping secrets. But this secret I cannot keep, I told him. I fear that he could see the wet trails on my cheeks even in this darkness and so I bury my face in my hands to cover them. Silence slowly weaved in between our sounds of breathing. The air smells heavy of grass and the thick scent of wet soil.

   Cry and then forget, he whispered, and with this I knew that this was to be the end. And all that I'll be left with is the knowledge of this secret and nothing more. My soft sobbing came to a complete stop. I won't forget. I can't.

   He walked away, the footsteps slushy, mushy tracks on a rain-sodden soil. I want to follow where he goes. I want to walk into his footprints, slide both my feet into the jigsaw-like gaps on the ground, doing every heavy, sinking, step. But even without doing so I know -this little childish feet would barely fill the space he called his own.