Do I walk, or stay?
She waves goodbye as she enters the gulf stream, a wealthy man in the backseat of a Phantom waves back and signals to his driver to move, she sinks in the plush, yet firm seats as the jet taxis off into the jet blue skies, she turns the page, “I do what it takes” was her last thought, the end.
He sits lonely at night after a full day of thinking about the what next chapter in his life and juggles with some lousy time management, trying it all and failing, as the final hours fall upon him, he finds time to think some more about his life in the making, one more time, he figures. Never knew what I was looking for! he states, how come I never knew what it takes?
In Vegas Language, She’s on fire, even though he is her desire, a thing called caution handles her every move, she’s always on the move for her next groove, don’t block her next move, she carries a bunch of traits, that make the wisest of people stop and admire, she suddenly becomes their wildest desire, she pretends its all fake, confusions mixed with illusions, who cares, the truth will surface one day.
He worked it, now he wants to reap it, the opportunities are endless, the pursuit was relentless, it’s time I cash in and kick back he thinks, his ambitions blink back at his foolish desires, you must be joking you old fool, this is no Aprils fool, get back or I’ll slap you with some reality, forget loyalty, it all falls into place, only when you set the right pace, faster the voice inside him screams!
They meet one day after several debates, they like what they see and feel, just like any ordinary couple checking for signs, maybe a vibe, maybe a hype, maybe nothing at all, just a bunch of mixed emotions, maybe some retreat syndrome, maybe an aftershock remedy, bottom line, they look at the options at hand. Different animals, yes, same wild visions and dreams, yes, same crazy out of the box living, yes, each searching for the lost part, yes, will it work? who cares they think.
Total affections, crisp and real hard core fact finding explorations in one another, investigations as if the prize was gold or oil to some scavengers, they dig for the truth, ugly or pretty, who cares. As the truth surfaces, they like and they don’t like what they see, they cover it up and dig some more.
The easiest and most simple things are the ones that eventually work. The more complications, the more options, the more options, the fewer chances of finding the right choice, make it simple, they thought. Her simple was complicated for him, his simple was vivid to her, so they dragged it along as they went about their days, no one changing what they did, complaining it wasn’t working, coming up with ridiculous ideas just for a moment of please, they confused one another till it happened one day..
They both woke up to a eureka idea, they managed to have the guts to ask the magic question, that would forever change the way they look at things, feelings and beliefs needs tough decisions and strong standing; Should I walk or stay?
Best of luck to both of them, eventually one will have the guts to step forward and stay or perhaps walk to another Island waiting in vain, cause you see they both know they deserve the best, and the best doesn’t wait forever.
Walking is easy, staying is harder.
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