Closer

As their laughs faded into the stillness of the night silence filled the void left behind. The two teenagers lay side by side on the oval - the smell of freshly mown grass lingering. At first the silence was merely a break in their conversation, a full stop after a particularly complex sentence. The dark clouds drifted overhead as the silence became ever more prolonged, an ellipsis after a sentence - the three dots leading into the unknown.

The boy and girl embraced the silence, happy enough to lie together in their own thoughts, contented knowing that they were in each others. Headlights swept over the oval as a car drove past in the distance - the two friends exchanged a smile, amused by the bizarre situation that they had found themselves in. The gaze held - a thoughtful moment as each tried to glean what the other was thinking. Another smile later their eyes were once more focused skyward on the clouds that hid the elusive stars - a softly spoken parallel between the thinly veiled feelings of the two young people.

This was not the first time the two had found themselves drawn together in such a situation - both were comfortable enough with each other to know exactly where things like this could end up. The night drew ever more still as frigid hands crept closer, their fingers meeting softly, before pulling each other in. With their hands together they broke the silence, and the gentle back and forth resumed - dotted with laughter and flirtatious grins.

They were sharing warmth - so absorbed in each other that they did not notice the devious explorations from the fingers of cold. The two young friends grew evermore daring with their flirtations as minutes grew into hours. Their interlocked fingers played silent games. Still talking their faces reached toward each.

Closer...

Closer...

Closer.

Their lips met, but whispered thoughts still leapt between the two until finally they gave into the pull of mutual affection, losing themselves in the moment of contact. The clouds drifted overhead - and the once illusive stars peaked through...gazing down on the two close friends embracing each other.

Too far gone.

Lisa Mitchell (Too Far Gone) - "I wonder if you dig me too."

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Now that is just one of those expressions that I have never really understood:

"I dig those new shoes"

WHAT?

You would like to get a shovel out and "dig" them?

They look like dirt?

Those shoes make me want to dig a hole for them, so that I can bury them and never see them again?

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And then you apply it to an actual person:

"I dig you."

"You...you what? You want to dig me? What does that even mean...which orifice are you digging? What are you digging with? ...I don't think I like you anymore..."


Thus I conclude.

Dig is an ugly and unhelpful word if you are attempting to inform someone that you feel positively about something or someone.

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Diglet, however, was always one of my favourite Pokemon.





It was because I could actually draw it.

But on the same token you can re-tell a cake.

So, over the past couple of years I've done a fairly extensive range of writing - from essays, to short stories, to editorials, to these blogs that you may or may not read.

Many times I have received feedback, and many times I have been asked whether what I write about has happened to me, as its written.

I pondered this question in the shower today - as I ponder a great many questions.

And came to this conclusion.

To make a cake, one does not need a cake - merely the ingredients put together in a certain way.

That is all. Yes. That's right.

So now you are all thinking "What the hell Chris, what is with these short entires all of a sudden, normally you write epic blogs?"

And to that I merely say: "I've got one baking in the oven."

Only now I realise why white lies are thusly named.

White is emptiness - without character.

White is the symbol of peace - an empty gesture in a world of violence.

White is blank paper - waiting to be filled with meaning from ink or reshaping.

White is the light from LED torches - efficient, without warmth.

White is purity - an unattainable desire of humanity.

White is snow - cold and harsh.

White is sterility - clean and hygenic, safe.

White is incomprehensible noise -annoying and meaningless.

White is aging - a graceless fall from boundless youth.

White is the glitter of stars - the reminder of our unimportance.













White is lies.


"I'm the snow on your lips - the freezing taste, the silvery sip"

-Feel for You