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Sunday, November 27, 2005
* Between, sung by Vienna Teng in album Waking Hour (Virt Records) We are not together here though we lie entwined, to make room for the other presence. We both draw back in our minds. An image creeps to the listener's mind: a couple (possibly married) snuggling up against each other on the bed, shrouded by the cold darkness of the night...and a palpable taciturnity that chills their hearts still. None speaks. It is so quiet. They look asleep. Yet, both are wide awake, their minds in turmoil, and they suffer in silence. I have a prophecy threatening to spill into words. This growing certainty of over. She knows. There is this another person. No doubt of that. A separation seems imminent. But she shall keep quiet, refusing to declare this painful truth and accept it into her existence - just yet. There once was a time I was sure of the bond, when my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough. We are the same but our lives move along and the third one between replaces what once was love. Memories pass in her mind as she savour each one with a sweet-bitterness. Oh, the carresses! The kisses! The husky murmurings of sweet-nothings! ...All but splintered fragments of the past... They all gradually faded away into nothingness as she melted away from his life - while everything seems to remain the same. Freedom is being alone. I fear liberation but something more alive than silence swallows conversation. No pleasing drama in subtle averted eyes. The swelling fermata as the chord dies. She is scared of being alone. A fear courses through her body whenever she sees him, leaving a ghostly trail of haunted thoughts. He seems to read her thoughts and he shrinks away from her presence. The distance grows as they drift apart deliberately. The fear threatens to swallow her up as her world dims and slowly engulfs by a lonely gloom. There's no denying we feel the third one; we do I'm tired of hiding and so are you. He moves slightly. She jolts back from her thoughts and suddenly becomes aware of the moistness near her eyes. Pain is the reminder of reality. Courage is the healer of pain. Posted by |z|r| at |
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