She vibrated with anticipation. She tried to keep her composure but her wet palms, slick with sweat simply wouldn’t cooperate. She wiped her hands on her cotton skirt and reached out to spin the bottle. Her eyes looked all around him, but never at him.
As her hand touched the bottle she caught the gaze of the pretty girl sitting right next to him. Their eyes locked for a micro-millionth of a second and she spun the bottle with a prayer on her lips.
Their little world sat still as the bottle merrily turned oblivious to the tension in the room. Everyone’s eyes fixed on the mouth of the bottle.
As it entered its final revolution she held her breath and closed her eyes.
The room gasped in unison, her eyes flew open and immediately searched for his face.
He looked excited, but his eyes were locked on the bottle. She looked down and noticed the bottle was aimed not at him but at the pretty girl that sat next to him.
The two girls got up and walked to the large walk in closet, while their eyes were fixed on the floor.
The pretty girl shut the door, took her hand and pulled her close.
Their eyes met again.
The pretty girl smiled sadly as the distance between their faces closed.
She closed her eyes just as their lips touched. She pictured his face. She pretended the lips she was kissing were his.
The pretty girl left her eyes wide open, there was nowhere else she would rather be, there were no other lips she would rather kiss.
Together they tasted joy, sorrow and everything in between. Their lips unlocked and suddenly everything was clear.
A minute in heaven is worth a lifetime in hell, and they had seven.
They came out of the closet, together.
Be my distraction darling.
I promise, it’s just for a while.
I’ve got a million thoughts erupting in my mind.
I cant seem to focus, so lets go get a drink.
I’m dying to drown my brain, so i don’t have to think.
I’m always aware of the time.
Not in the ‘it’s-half-past-seven’ kind of way.
The stress of seconds lost, consumes me everyday.
I’m scared all the time.
What am I afraid of?
Oh dear, how could I possibly explain?
Well lets put it this way.
I’m afraid of nothing and everything.
What does that mean?
Well it’s quite simple, really.
I’m afraid of trying everything.
And I’m afraid of being nothing.
There’s so many things I want to do!
But I’m afraid to start.
The truth, my love.. Is that I’m so scared of losing.
But, what scares me even more is winning.
Whats going on inside that pretty little head of yours?
I sit here, staring into your eyes.
I long to be transported into your mind.
But your eyes aren’t a door.
They’re the watchtowers of an impregnable fortress.
What secrets are you hiding?
What demons are you fighting?
I crave to know your thoughts as intimately as i know my own.
I long for you to bare your soul.
I want to be an insider looking out,
not an outsider looking in.
I sold my soul to the devil,
it’s not what you would expect.
I didn’t want fame or money,
I just wanted to forget.
Now my memories are gone,
there’s nothing to regret.
And you’re just a shadow,
hiding behind a cigarette.
I want a distraction,
you want a reaction.
You start a riot.
I stay quiet.
I want peace,
you want release.
You spew profanity.
I dream of sanity,
His brain tossed and turned like an insomniac with chicken pox.
The only thing blanker than his mind was his screen.
He was a writer, but the words never came easily.
He sat for days on end staring at the vast abyss of his blank screen.
His fingers lingered over the keys.
However, they stopped before leaving even a fingerprint as evidence of his mindfuckedness.
He was Microsoft wordless.