I saw a mallard duck today in a pond by my work. I'd walked by there many times and never saw the water that surrounded the tree, the branches fallen in the blue-green water so that pond appeared between worlds, maybe a gateway, maybe not.
(more) I saw a flash of wings and crept closer. The duck was by itself. It rose almost to its webbed feet as if to walk on water and then fell to flap its wings, droplets flying. It occurred to me in the quiet, soft place I became that I was happy. A moment before I was despairing about a problem I can't seem to solve. Now I was returned to where the wild things are, to this wild thing. For ten minutes, I watched the bird glide, left than right, than left again, in the small body of water. How beautiful.
As a joke, I asked a colleague later in the day to give me a million dollars. I had already been given it.(less)
It's so close we can smell it
your scent tickles me
and takes me back there
I laughed out loud remembering that time
when we reached it finally
it was always just a breath away
(more) wispy-like, almost cotton candy-ish
slipped through our fingers for a minute there
until we slid back into the rhythm like pros but
in a natural manner
some things remain elusive
but you and I and this thing between us
becomes more tangible with each beat of my heart
and I can finally see the finish line(less)
That feeling that everything is just around the corner constantly nagging at you. Sometimes you wait for it, sometimes you chase after it, never finding it it disappears like a shadow in the light.
There are glimmers of hope, like you might catch it, whatever it is, that today will(more) be your day but like always it is never found. We run through the streets together, hand in hand, and I think, this is it I've found it. This is what I've been looking for. We stop in closed doorway and kiss feverishly, you bite my tongue till it bleeds and we both taste the hot blood as it spills.
Then like everything else it dries, goes crusty, you've taken my words and left. So I chase again. Always around the corner. Only now it has become more silent, more subdued. There's less now too, but still some.
Enough. There is always enough,(less)
Perhaps most prominently, the Chinaman--known by many names except the one he was born with, which even he no longer remembered--in all his ancient feudal mystery was the most elusive among them.
The brothers of prophecy, feline-blooded predators, found it fascinating in him. But then, because the Chinama(more)n was mortal, the two neko-jin's found everything about him fascinating. They even paused their attempts to kill each other to observe, interact, and most importantly, feed him. A mention of standing in the rain allowed him to slip through their claws.
The albino swordsman, the Baron, stoic and just as unmoving, sparred with him. Rihatsu's light contrasted Kurai Bara's darkness, but the echo of their souls were reversed. For the Chinaman's literal soft-spoken tones, against the Baron's partial deafness, he could hide in plain sight.
The Chinaman's obfuscating stupidity was sometimes infuriating, though never to the levels of Kai, and so the professor never seemed to want to kick his head off as much. Explaining technology to him was... interesting, when he decided to be a genius ditz.
Solaris, as he did to everyone, made him meals and snacks, entertained his philosophical questions, drew his baths, and allowed the quite lethargic Chinaman to sleep on his lap, if they occupied the same room. Their darkness pooled together calmly, and Kurai Bara resonated her respect for Solaris.
Like a Western demon, the Chinaman could ward of the psychopath with a mention of a new salve made with his poisoned blood. But that was occasionally, since he had an unholy tolerance to Kai by default.
The Chinaman was wary of Katori and Yuzura, for though they were fascinated with him as well, unlike the brothers of prophecy, their fancy usually left him as their helpless puppet. He loosed himself of them by sheer luck.(less)