A Fragmented Story

Here is a fragmented story I wrote when I was on a walk the other day. You will notice it follows some common themes with my other posts, but I wanted to share it with you all anyways.

She walked there. To the bridge. Then the bench. By the river. Physically she was moving through the real world, the one other people see and live in alongside her. Music helped everything match her heart's world though, which is equally as real, just slightly more vivid. More open. The breeze is felt but tasted as well. Water flows and ripples but creates colors as well. People walking past her are regular people, but stories trail along behind them as well. Each person living out their own novel that she can read parts of thanks to just a little music.

Life isn't like the movies but movies are like life. With just a little background music and a little opening of our hearts we will catch beautiful qualities in our lives that are more stunning than movie moments for the pure reason that they are tangible. Palatable.

So she walked there, and sat on the bench, and just was. Sometimes when you are feeling so deeply, it is necessary to just be. Then all of the extra feelings get to unwind and spread out. Float around a bit. Breath. And then she can to.

Anyways, she was sitting there, and he was passing. He said her name and she turned. She smiled and waved him over, grinning of the movie-quality of the moment.

"Whoever is making my move just went completely giddy," she thought. Or maybe they knew already? Placed her there on purpose, even though the walk had been her idea. How does it work, circumstance? Is it really planned by someone? Is it magic? Should it just be left alone, no questions asked? Let's go with that one for now.

So he sat down there, next to her. Funny how he chose that particular spot because the golden dust in that column of sun fell perfectly across his face, ending at his hand on his well-wardrobed knee. As she was pondering this he was pondering as well, about circumstance. About his good fortune in walking this way today because he had just been on a walk himself. Feeling all open, all unfolded. And he was thinking about her being unfolded, because he knew she was. In fact, that was what had drawn him to her, their matching unfolded hearts.

"I see you," he said in place of "hello".

At the same time the same portions of each of their hearts folded up ever so slightly. And they smiled.

There is a possibility this will be continued in the future...