Desperation sets my mood in crisis, my chest moves up and down in an unfamiliar rhythm with the greatest amount of sensation
I’d never been this anxious
This is a strange anxiety especially from a tall figure I do not really know
My breath began to move faster , in an inconsistent manner, afraid my biggest nightmare was crawling into my own eyes
Was he going to let me down ?
I have long waited in a short while to see the tallest figure who sent his figments flashing through my face
Did I have to wait that long ?
What could have possibly gone wrong?
Here I am , on a thin thread , trying to hold on to the last part of it so I don’t fall, splitting into inconspicuous pieces
His thin smiles popped out his triangle face , making him seem adorable
I have longed waited see those smiles on his face
could the memories I had of him be a mere figment of my imagination?
Certainly, all the memories of our meetings were just in my head , they never happened, in this short while , I’ve been virtually attached and addicted to talking to a tall figure who seem to be an exact copy of a non existing figure ,having seemingly endless long conversations
I sat studying the time like it was for my survival
Each second the clock ticked , my heart ticked along with the handle
Knowing that was just a figment of the tall figure
yet I waited in anticipation of floating in those colorful memories
A stream of emotions swept my imaginations of him , leaving a broken picture of the tall figure.
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