DubiousGambol - Episode 1
Gently ease into the silence, and feel these two run to; and away from, the other. Have you ever gambled the very thing you care about the most, allowing whatever it is be a wager between you and yourself for an alter ego?
It was just around the corner – where pursued frantically, she ran 'as if' her moment depended on it, she gave no regard to anyone besides herself. She needed to escape – escape the lies; the deceit; everything she thought she had. She picked up her pace and looked forward until she got to wherever she identified as safe.
He was relentless. He chased after her - jumping, scaling and swerving around every obstacle in his way. She was his target – as he struggled to beat the head start, there was nothing he wanted more than to stop her on that trail and put all that energy from running into understanding. He was oblivious however to the fact that he was the threat.
As the dust trailed after them and covered their tracks, it’s hard to tell exactly where they started.
It’s hard to understand Trust without being subjective. Ideally, it’s her peculiar view to her understanding and his peculiar view to his understanding. It’s hard for her to understand him from his reality and hard for him to understand her from her reality. Trust at times requires one to be selfless but it's hard to care less about yourself consciously. In the end, those insecurities never do remain quiet.
There they were in their own skies, the heights of a passion you cannot simply call emotion - everything utterly beautiful and satisfying at gander, but he was in doubt.
For him: He was convinced this was the time and place to prove to her, and show her how much. There was no other thought more well-thought than this. It was visible to him that there in the sky as she held on to him, her entire life depended on that hold. Right there he asked in a way that can stupefy.
“do you trust me?”
She listened to reply quickly in the intimate moment and not at all understand the reality she faced.
Right after she responded "yes" - in a most subtle tone, the decision was made to let her go. She fell from the sky as gravity possessed her and freely got intimate. It was hard to utter a single word; she went right through the clouds lost for words and screaming loud as gravity took her for the ride of her life, going down conveniently as the winds itself stole her words right from her lips.
He left her for gravity to take a different toll on her.
Right there he was filled with determination – right before she hit the waters below, he caught up with her and grabbed her by the heel, he wanted to protect every part of her – but gravity got its trophy. As he saw right there, that one tear drop into the water below. He was certain he had lost something.
For her: She was treated that way because she was in her comfort zone, she never expected or wanted to be dropped in the first place. She wondered what he did - all the time gravity was all over her; was he looking for an angel to replace her? Regardless, she fell and now time is unaccounted for. She just never thought she could have been dropped in the first place. As she blamed herself, the next thing she wanted - was to get far away from him. So, she ran.
As he chased after her and whispered “Hey,” she kept running without a care, and right then something happened.
Her name is Amara.
Somewhere in the midst of disdain and hate, she found a passion that put a smile on her face. This! This made the decision to turn around and give him a remedy.
Right there, around the corner - on their dinner table the pursuit had a lap
and she looked up and said to his amazement “Hello.”
This was the beginning of the end to his pride.
His name is Ebere.
Written by :
Lolu Sinade.
© PURPLE WRITERS
Gently ease into the silence, and feel these two run to; and away from, the other. Have you ever gambled the very thing you care about the most, allowing whatever it is be a wager between you and yourself for an alter ego?
It was just around the corner – where pursued frantically, she ran 'as if' her moment depended on it, she gave no regard to anyone besides herself. She needed to escape – escape the lies; the deceit; everything she thought she had. She picked up her pace and looked forward until she got to wherever she identified as safe.
He was relentless. He chased after her - jumping, scaling and swerving around every obstacle in his way. She was his target – as he struggled to beat the head start, there was nothing he wanted more than to stop her on that trail and put all that energy from running into understanding. He was oblivious however to the fact that he was the threat.
As the dust trailed after them and covered their tracks, it’s hard to tell exactly where they started.
It’s hard to understand Trust without being subjective. Ideally, it’s her peculiar view to her understanding and his peculiar view to his understanding. It’s hard for her to understand him from his reality and hard for him to understand her from her reality. Trust at times requires one to be selfless but it's hard to care less about yourself consciously. In the end, those insecurities never do remain quiet.
There they were in their own skies, the heights of a passion you cannot simply call emotion - everything utterly beautiful and satisfying at gander, but he was in doubt.
For him: He was convinced this was the time and place to prove to her, and show her how much. There was no other thought more well-thought than this. It was visible to him that there in the sky as she held on to him, her entire life depended on that hold. Right there he asked in a way that can stupefy.
“do you trust me?”
She listened to reply quickly in the intimate moment and not at all understand the reality she faced.
Right after she responded "yes" - in a most subtle tone, the decision was made to let her go. She fell from the sky as gravity possessed her and freely got intimate. It was hard to utter a single word; she went right through the clouds lost for words and screaming loud as gravity took her for the ride of her life, going down conveniently as the winds itself stole her words right from her lips.
He left her for gravity to take a different toll on her.
Right there he was filled with determination – right before she hit the waters below, he caught up with her and grabbed her by the heel, he wanted to protect every part of her – but gravity got its trophy. As he saw right there, that one tear drop into the water below. He was certain he had lost something.
For her: She was treated that way because she was in her comfort zone, she never expected or wanted to be dropped in the first place. She wondered what he did - all the time gravity was all over her; was he looking for an angel to replace her? Regardless, she fell and now time is unaccounted for. She just never thought she could have been dropped in the first place. As she blamed herself, the next thing she wanted - was to get far away from him. So, she ran.
As he chased after her and whispered “Hey,” she kept running without a care, and right then something happened.
Her name is Amara.
Somewhere in the midst of disdain and hate, she found a passion that put a smile on her face. This! This made the decision to turn around and give him a remedy.
Right there, around the corner - on their dinner table the pursuit had a lap
and she looked up and said to his amazement “Hello.”
This was the beginning of the end to his pride.
His name is Ebere.
Written by :
Lolu Sinade.
© PURPLE WRITERS
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