It Was There That I Saw Her


In a crowd of laughing children clutching the strings of shiny, bouncing balloons, I searched the faces rolling in from every direction. The lights from the rides flashed upon them revealing smiles of different shapes and sizes, and yet none of them touched me in a way I wished they would. With the beat of the music causing my bones to shake, I closed my eyes and held out my arms. Turning my hands over, I groped the air and felt the tingle of electricity in the tips of my fingers. With sharpened senses, I could hear the magical notes emanating from the hearts of the animals as they gathered around me. The music they made sounded the same as the songs of the trees, and they spoke in a way that couldn’t be explained. Listening the best I could, I turned in a circle on the heels of my feet groping the shape of this unknown language that swelled ahead of me. When I opened my eyes again, the place I felt its pull strongest was the Ferris wheel, and there it turned, its carriages filled with an assortment of mesmerised faces pointing at the stars as well as the city below. As my gaze shifted from the black sky back to the ebb and flow of the crowd, there came a sudden parting within the gathered souls the way the sun shines through a gap in the clouds before retreating once more to the heavens. As time slowed down and my eyes focused on the passage that opened up before me, it was there that I saw her.

A Journal for Damned Lovers UK

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