The Un-Named Feeling
...es everything. He walks around as if he as no idea. His face haunts her, it’s everywhere. This feeling remains un-named. Everything she sees in him can only be seen by her, only her. She sits. She sits there waiting for him to look her way, but all she gives him is an abhorrent stare. A stare that he can not see. Then he looks, she turns away. A tangible silence passes by as she hears the thoughts in his head. This feeling remains un-named. She suffocates him in her mind with his blood-stained eyes. But his eyes still remain colorless. But to her she sees every color, even colors that make no sense. His color is ardent. It’s all a hubris illusion to him. Letting emptiness back into his life as he let her go. This feeling remains un-named. All these memories go ahead take them. They’re nothing but regrets and a waste of time. The permanent thoughts are deep down in a hole trying to reach out for him. She’s going no where. She’s back to the beginning. She gets closer. He moves away. He moves away to his own fantasy without anybody knowing. She knows. She knows everything. This feeling remai...