"Hi!" He exclaimed.
"Hey!" I responded.
"How are you?" we asked in unison, without meaning to. There was suddenly an odd, nearly awkward silence, as we both tried to figure out which one of us should respond first. Or should we ignore the over-used greeting altogether? We neither of us could merely say 'fine', because it would only serve to finalize the gap that just opened between us. One of us needed to come up with something very funny, or brilliant, so we could laugh and go on with a conversation like the friends we were. Only it was too late at night for that. So we exchanged a few halting pleasantries, and walked away, feeling rather puzzled and perplexed.
the giant tortoise
This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.
talk to me at dreambig16@hotmail.com
About Me

- Name: A Vibrant Petal
- Location: United States
She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.


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