Oh I remember now!
My latest freelance!
Yeah, I still do those you know.
Hope you like it, from da other side..

Blackout

My home was just a house
a normal passer-by in the 21st Century world
where at a speed, faster than the blink of an eye
a woman and I pass each other.
Neither one of us give in to
the temptations of serenity and closeness.
I'm sure I never asked for it to feel this way
And for a time, I could say the same for her.
But our realities overtook our dreams
and we headed into different directions
to that of demand and supply:
while our labor demands, our house holds the equilibrium
where we meet, and fill up our supply.
Me and she move along our curves,
certain the ride never ends...

Then...
The air that would suppress our heat flows away.
The lights that divert our attention find new visions of black.
The voices that occupy our minds
with that of temporary voids disappear.
The sounds that we've come to know
as the soundtrack our roller-coaster dissipates...
...total darkness.

No longer led astray by the world we led
our heat becomes joint at the hip.
The voices we hear now are ours; they cry
Cover me. Hide me. I don't want to lose you...
The candle that is lit becomes the very light we hide in
as we come to an understanding of this temporary circumstance.
The rewritten soundtrack recalls a familiar setting:
the time where none of what surrounded us mattered;
where we were important.

Funny, it is that our one dark moment
brought feelings and emotions hidden into the spotlight;
forcing us to address the immediate need
to turn her and my house to our home.
And even though the 21st Century resumes living,
and even though frigid yet welcome air returns,
The love she and I forgot is renewed.
and Chapter 3 is written.