The Reminiscent smoke! (Creative Writing)

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An old iron style table, lost in an intrascendent smoke scroll, dazzled by the nebula of the past. The benevolent cold, the futility of a scene that with extreme raw and frivolity is triggered again and again; Support on the mind, insistent in her mere tenacity.

Expectant, waiting for the guest of the stubbornness, with fear and uprooting leather flower. Anxiety playing with heart rhythm, jumping from as much as much and destroying things in its path. With a knot in the throat and tears about to make the triumphant entry of her, I could already feel it, I became flesh of waiting, the bright lucidity of losing her head when nothing has happened.

And without more, when everything seemed useless, I became present, she invaded the panorama with flashes and, as she, left an inexhaustible wail. Without asking permission, I only loved to take a step between the Infinite river that had never been crossed, arguing between the grimaces of her superiority. She looked at me for seconds that she feel eternal, overwhelmed by the exhaustive presence that was so hard to face.

She spoke to me in languages ​​that she did not understand, she told films that did not correspond with reality, she was looking for me. I was looking for me, without more. I was looking to stab about the low, pretending innocence and laughing with the most cruel of naturalities. The veil of deception of her suffocated me, she moved gracefully in the field of her expertise, seduced me with hoax and my willpower fluctuated in a dizzying way.

Was it necessary? Of course. I heard her, I heard her without more. She introduced me to her panorama, without ignoring details and with mental games; But here she was, I was not that anymore. It was an unbridled act that to sit down to have a tea with nostalgia, a tea full of spices disguised as rainbow, a tea so sweet that hides the bitter taste of the poison. She showed me scenes that no longer corresponded to my reality, unfused experiences that were really beautiful and happy, but they opened wounds that was not willing to heal again.

I heard her and I was there, for her, I let her know that she was grateful for her insistence on teaching me things that were already my knowledge, for guiding me of ways that I was no longer productive and trying to suffocate me with it. A somewhat toxic relationship between two interlocutors that pursued different purposes, almost brushing the schizophrenia and outrageous.

Singing in front of me a sinuous melody that caused me dread, caressing with disdain my unusual hardship. I breathed deeply, for the first time in all the experience, I faced it with more heartily than guts and I retired.

Take a tea with nostalgia, invite her to sit with one to look back. Mere Glimpses, Reminiscences, Superlative Disdain and an Angelical Timeless. She insisted that I stayed with her, to accompany her for a while, that we still had a lot for chatting; I reminded her that I was amazed by her visit, but that she was not a place of permanence.

Only reference, pure and exclusively reference. For the greatest of my surprises, she could understand without any kind of problem, smiled with a set of evident sadness and in a graceful doll movement, it was incinerated from her seat and a hint of smoke scrolls appropriated the destination of hers.

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