Story

As she walked down the streets, she scattered her enemies. This was her prelude to anarchy. This was her shot to prove she was the symbol of resistance. She was a dangerous girl. And nothing was holding her back.  “Undermine their pompous authority”, she sung with heart and voice.    She caught your attention… she pulled you in, like the vixen she was. Piercing blue eyes, cheeks like wine. She was deadly, tough and shrewd.  She was never in the mood for demure skirts and flowy hems. She was dressed in rage. She stamped her black boots, lit a cigarette and gained control of everything.   

The wind was caressing her angel hair as she stood on the rooftop – her sanctuary. She went there to escape from the sin and chaos of New York.. She went there to forget about lovers, leavers and searchers.  Who is she? You asked.. Her thoughts brewed darkly, her innocence slowly drowned in anarchy. Clothed in sunshine, restless in desire. She could change you, estrange you, hold you, drop you. Just because. She was tiptoeing around you, claiming her space. And you watched. You watched because she wanted something from you.  Perhaps, her angel voice hypnotized you. Rainbow glares, magic dreams, kaleidoscopic views. Are you watching? Closely. Her reality is as real as her fantasy. She had you under her thumb.  She looked at you with those siren eyes and you...

“Don’t ever forget about me”, he said as he licked devastation off his lips. Those five heart-wrenching words echoed and suddenly darkness filled the colorful television skies of their hometown.. She was gone and his life became sullen; filled with thunderstorms and regret.   For him, it has always been Maxine.. She was the key to his soul; the silver-screen siren of his favourite movie; the mesmerizing kaleidoscopic hue to his black and white. But the world was vast and she was still too young, so he knew he had to let her go. He knew she had to complete herself first before they can truly be together. He knew he...

Her messy hair, her smiling eyes, her spontaneous laugh, her fragile heart, her cheeks …when she blushes, her touch… when she strikes through his hair. Her curves. Her lips like roses on his skin. Easy letting her in.  His crooked voice, his tender look, his fingers… tickling strings when he plays her. Strings attached. A song stuck in her head. His hands when they caress. His arms wrapped around her. Wrapped in love. Them, Together. Like sun and moon united in their differences. Following their wind. Rock ’n rolling under the same stars. Lost in the same direction.  Downtown strolling. Aimlessly wandering....