Today I forget, tomorrow I dream
Title: Today I forget, tomorrow I dream
Pairing: TaengSic
Word Count: 882
A/N: :) I haven't written a taengsic for sometime now, hope you guys enjoy. This of course is the longest drabbles I've done so far, nearly a one shot but its not. LOL experimenting with style is fun: arbitrary, says myself. Let's enjoy ^^
Taeyeon is forgetful and sometimes she forgets who she is.
At times, she sits on top of a tree and watches as the night sweeps through the sky. It’s timeless and priceless. The stars twinkle in her eyes like millions, millions of mysteries out there. The galaxy she stares, darkness where she cannot reach, is so far and she thinks there’s something wrong with her brain.
She tries to catch it, a black hole, it sucks, pull, she feels the force…
And for a moment, she forgets who she is; she sees nothing but a girl down on the pavement.
The girl has blonde wavy hair, it goes with the wind like a rhythm, nature’s cadence, it beats and gracefully she walks like floating. Taeyeon awes and clings to the roughness, wind made the latter’s hair have wings and it flutters, reminding her of an angel.
The girl approaches. Taeyeon heard battle field in her ears and pursed her lips lustfully, so gorgeous she looks delicious, with sauce… white wine and candles. And a table with roses that Taeyeon would buy one day, she’s going to ask this girl out. Taeyeon thinks and smiles, she imagines and they are holding hands, tightly, it locks, fits, and she finds a key.
Her heart opens and pours, endlessly, eyes bonding and she would take the girl by the hips. Drag her in for soft, soft kisses that has feathery tingles, it would tickle and they will laugh in between gasps of sweet syrups on their tongue. They will taste each other and teeth clash like thunder storms, and clouds will be black and dark under where they lie. Silver lining at their bare, exposed shoulders, skin to skin they brush like painting and Mona Lisa is nothing but artless.
Their moans come out like music, booming speakers in nightclubs and she grinds, hard and fast, tight and smooth, more and more, luscious feeling on her tongue. It would be honey that she will taste, honey and bees; she will be the bees working down their way, petal by petal. Colourful and she is blinded.
Blinded by beauty, extravagance, gold hair and milky white skin… Taeyeon sees her future and she holds to it, so tightly that she forgets that she’s a dreamer. Her reverie runs a fantasy, with roads that stretch to the endless horizon, into the sea and up the mountain down the train tracks. It crosses the bridges, those rough stony bridges and forests. It runs so far, so fast, Taeyeon sees no end and she sees nothing.
Absolutely nothing and the night ends with the sound of closed door, fireworks in her brain stop and the spark of fire flowers deluded. Taeyeon jerks and blinks.
She sighs and waits for a second, looks at her feet and sees her tiny toes through green sandals that are painted with rainbow. She wriggles and sensation runs down her spine, she looks up at the lucid square cut with white innocent cross. Blinds and yellow dimming light silhouetted the figure she sees. She feels dryness in her mouth.
The girl is there, she’s always there. Taeyeon remembers that every day when she comes here to climb the tree, to bruise her fingers that already have too many band aids. Taeyeon will then watch the girl walk. She dreams and imagines smiles and thinks that she sees happiness in a midst of reality, short moment she savors and then it’s gone.
Temporary eye candy, short term business, long term commitment - she’s a stalker.
The window opens and Jessica let her hair run with the wind like it washes in the shower, she looks down and Taeyeon smiles.
“Taeyeon-ah.” Jessica runs a hand through her hair and points at the door. “We’re not fifteen anymore come up already I need my back massage.”
Taeyeon startles and everything rewinds, fast-forward, it plays like a radio show, she’s back to thirty with her rough skin, bad eyesight and weary wrinkles in her cheeks. “Alright Jessica.” She says and hums, she counts and tallies it up in her brain, like a piece of paper and an invisible ink…
She writes her thoughts into a play. With her life, she wants to be Romeo every time the sun goes down and she mounds Jessica as Juliette who calls for her under the balcony every night (okay not balcony but a good enough window with frames and snake wine vines).
Taeyeon enters the house and threw away her sandals. “I’m coming.”
The invisible ink dries and she remembers blankly… she remember poems and plays and Shakespeare, his wonderful words and shower of smiles when she enters the bedroom.
Jessica thinks Taeyeon could have had Alzheimer’s and scolds her bruises with band aids and a smack in the head because the girl is forgetful (“We’re not kids anymore stupid…”)
But there’s something Jessica doesn’t know that Taeyeon remembers… she will never forget once she meets the thin lips… (Jessica stops the scolding and band aids falls from her finger tips).
Taeyeon is with a memory, a life, and a happiness of simple words…
“I love you.”
She is forgetful and sometimes she forgets who she is.
Lost in dreams she sees nothing but Jessica.
And who Jessica sees is nothing, but her.
Pairing: TaengSic
Word Count: 882
A/N: :) I haven't written a taengsic for sometime now, hope you guys enjoy. This of course is the longest drabbles I've done so far, nearly a one shot but its not. LOL experimenting with style is fun: arbitrary, says myself. Let's enjoy ^^
Taeyeon is forgetful and sometimes she forgets who she is.
At times, she sits on top of a tree and watches as the night sweeps through the sky. It’s timeless and priceless. The stars twinkle in her eyes like millions, millions of mysteries out there. The galaxy she stares, darkness where she cannot reach, is so far and she thinks there’s something wrong with her brain.
She tries to catch it, a black hole, it sucks, pull, she feels the force…
And for a moment, she forgets who she is; she sees nothing but a girl down on the pavement.
The girl has blonde wavy hair, it goes with the wind like a rhythm, nature’s cadence, it beats and gracefully she walks like floating. Taeyeon awes and clings to the roughness, wind made the latter’s hair have wings and it flutters, reminding her of an angel.
The girl approaches. Taeyeon heard battle field in her ears and pursed her lips lustfully, so gorgeous she looks delicious, with sauce… white wine and candles. And a table with roses that Taeyeon would buy one day, she’s going to ask this girl out. Taeyeon thinks and smiles, she imagines and they are holding hands, tightly, it locks, fits, and she finds a key.
Her heart opens and pours, endlessly, eyes bonding and she would take the girl by the hips. Drag her in for soft, soft kisses that has feathery tingles, it would tickle and they will laugh in between gasps of sweet syrups on their tongue. They will taste each other and teeth clash like thunder storms, and clouds will be black and dark under where they lie. Silver lining at their bare, exposed shoulders, skin to skin they brush like painting and Mona Lisa is nothing but artless.
Their moans come out like music, booming speakers in nightclubs and she grinds, hard and fast, tight and smooth, more and more, luscious feeling on her tongue. It would be honey that she will taste, honey and bees; she will be the bees working down their way, petal by petal. Colourful and she is blinded.
Blinded by beauty, extravagance, gold hair and milky white skin… Taeyeon sees her future and she holds to it, so tightly that she forgets that she’s a dreamer. Her reverie runs a fantasy, with roads that stretch to the endless horizon, into the sea and up the mountain down the train tracks. It crosses the bridges, those rough stony bridges and forests. It runs so far, so fast, Taeyeon sees no end and she sees nothing.
Absolutely nothing and the night ends with the sound of closed door, fireworks in her brain stop and the spark of fire flowers deluded. Taeyeon jerks and blinks.
She sighs and waits for a second, looks at her feet and sees her tiny toes through green sandals that are painted with rainbow. She wriggles and sensation runs down her spine, she looks up at the lucid square cut with white innocent cross. Blinds and yellow dimming light silhouetted the figure she sees. She feels dryness in her mouth.
The girl is there, she’s always there. Taeyeon remembers that every day when she comes here to climb the tree, to bruise her fingers that already have too many band aids. Taeyeon will then watch the girl walk. She dreams and imagines smiles and thinks that she sees happiness in a midst of reality, short moment she savors and then it’s gone.
Temporary eye candy, short term business, long term commitment - she’s a stalker.
The window opens and Jessica let her hair run with the wind like it washes in the shower, she looks down and Taeyeon smiles.
“Taeyeon-ah.” Jessica runs a hand through her hair and points at the door. “We’re not fifteen anymore come up already I need my back massage.”
Taeyeon startles and everything rewinds, fast-forward, it plays like a radio show, she’s back to thirty with her rough skin, bad eyesight and weary wrinkles in her cheeks. “Alright Jessica.” She says and hums, she counts and tallies it up in her brain, like a piece of paper and an invisible ink…
She writes her thoughts into a play. With her life, she wants to be Romeo every time the sun goes down and she mounds Jessica as Juliette who calls for her under the balcony every night (okay not balcony but a good enough window with frames and snake wine vines).
Taeyeon enters the house and threw away her sandals. “I’m coming.”
The invisible ink dries and she remembers blankly… she remember poems and plays and Shakespeare, his wonderful words and shower of smiles when she enters the bedroom.
Jessica thinks Taeyeon could have had Alzheimer’s and scolds her bruises with band aids and a smack in the head because the girl is forgetful (“We’re not kids anymore stupid…”)
But there’s something Jessica doesn’t know that Taeyeon remembers… she will never forget once she meets the thin lips… (Jessica stops the scolding and band aids falls from her finger tips).
Taeyeon is with a memory, a life, and a happiness of simple words…
“I love you.”
She is forgetful and sometimes she forgets who she is.
Lost in dreams she sees nothing but Jessica.
And who Jessica sees is nothing, but her.