silent conversations

Twilight. it is windy yes. and cold too. we climb up and sit on the ground. i feel the wetness on my feet. my legs are no longer aching from the climb.i lean my back on your shoulder. i amnot facing you. you are looking somewhere. so am i.

i see the city from atop the hill. it is a lot more easier to look at it from here than from within it. the noises wouldn't have let me look anyway. the lights from the vehicles wouldn't have made me listen to the sounds of the city anyway. but from here i could see, i could listen. it was harmless, this city, as long as i was not in it. i snuggle a bit more into you. you shift your arm so that i fit in perfectly. i hear you snap a blade of grass. i smile. i know you would bite it now. and yes you do. i can hear the faint sound of your teeth sinking in the grass.i smile again.

a leaf is sticking to my sole. crushed and bruised. "did i do that to you?"
"my life was well lived"
yellow, sodden and dead, the leaf refused to leave my feet. i let it be...i wonder how it is to be a leaf. to dance in the wind, to be green, then yellow, and then perhaps brown, and then fly away...into another life, perhaps to an after life within the pages of a book...must be nice..to hang so high up and feel the breeze...
there is a tree in the distance...its leaves were a vibrant green...when will you be yellow?
"we are still too young"

still too young! am i? i don't know. i don't think so. 20 is not too young. it is young certainly. but too young? i don't want to be old. nor do i want to be too young. young is fine. its perfect. makes me feel nice to be young. don't ask me why. i don't know.

why are you breathing hard? cold? oh yes it is. i hadn't noticed the goosebumps on my hands too. and i know you love the cold. but you like my warmth too don't you? i pull your arms around me. they lie comfortably on my shoulders.i love your hands, for the reason that mine fit into yours so smugly. of course they must..they were made for me..what are you thinking of now? i wonder..are you thinking of where we'll be this time tomorrow?or are you thinking about how the night has fallen since we've sat here? are you thinking of going back? or are you thinking of what i am thinking? or are you thinking about me? are you thinking at all?

u pick a small ant and place it on my arm. i now it wont bite. i trust you. if you expect me to scream you are wrong. i watch the ant explore the back of my arm. and then climb up as if on a mission.you suddenly flick it away. i snicker silently. i foiled your mission. i dint scream.

wind again in my hair. i love the sound that it makes...but i don't know what sound it is. it is your sound isn't it? the one only you can make?i don't want to reproduce it. i just want to listen and to feel you on my cheeks. you are really cold today. i shiver a bit...

its night. i see the white stars above me. its cloudy. and the moon has gone hiding.i cant find it. i feel your touch on my palm. i look at you. i brush off the mud and leaves from my skirt as best as i can, not that i try too hard.. and pull myself up. you stand up and stretch your legs.

we start on our way downhill....