time zones
August 7, 2012 § 36 Comments
i liked how our suns came and went at mismatching times. i liked that while i was drinking morning coffee, he was sleeping effortlessly, dreaming soundly. I liked that our brains weren’t operating within the same ticks, our hearts weren’t breaking at the same settings of the sun, our eyes weren’t open in the same sentences.
I liked the distance, the thousands of miles, the time zone apart, the knowledge our lives were ticking at different intervals— it favored me, to know, he wouldn’t think of me, while i accidentally thought of him. God forbid we collide in that space of time where two experience the others presence…while their minds create the same thoughts at the same instant….. and they recognize they are not alone.
If that happened—that would be terrible. I could not handle his brains collide against my most prized organ, i did not want to be near his presence, or have him know i existed in any space where he was alive. I wanted to evaporate from his brain, i wanted to be exterminated from his heart. I wanted the time zone always. The thousands of miles forever. I always wanted to be awake while he was dreaming.
(heart-stabbing words—marching along, stepping right through the strongest barriers of my heart)
I did not hate him, I did not wish him pain or sadness, i simply wanted to be ignorant of his careless resemblance, to know that the honest significance of my name would never fall off his calloused lips…..pronounced on his sneering tongue.
But….if one of us had to possess our story, I would volunteer my capricious heart. I would hide each saluting souvenir within my most brilliant organ—IF that would suck my identity from his bloods cells, cut out my presence in his heart. I would take the responsibility, I would embrace the collapse of our tricksy desire.
To see him once more, have him look towards me with his embarrassed smiles, try to flirt…with pretend use of foreign languages that i unfortunately knew better than he….to have knowledge that he knew not who I was [anymore]. I would smile gaily back, and be happy, walking away with gratification, knowing our story had finally ended—happily.
You brought me many memories of something I want to forget, but I think about every day….
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I can so relate to this.
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You put into words so beautifully what I wish I could say sometimes..
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It’s too late here, a few zones east of sleeping, and I’m punch-drunk from writing… sipping from an hourglass. But there’s a beach by the sands of time I hear with waves of happy dreams. I’m going to find it. See you there!
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travel could do one of two things for a love left behind; either make its feelings evaporate amidst foreign lands, or isolate all other thoughts and feelings and make love the poignant one.
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Time zones are a wonderful (or frustrating) thing. Would that I could, I would be thousands of miles away from my equivalent to your calloused lipped, sneering tongued “demon”. Very nice bit of writing, my friend, be it truth, fiction or a bit of both, it speaks to me. Thanks again for sharing yourself.
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As a copywriter, I cannot but like this post.
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Amazing words, thank you x
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[…] via time zones « Coco J. Ginger Says. […]
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reminds me so much of a place in time in my life. Expressed beautifully Coco!
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nice piece.
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I am but honoured to have access to such an artistic mind that hath written words of writing upon the page illuminated by the light of my lady laptop. When reading this piece, the word ‘ouch’ came to mind, for your words, your painful, evocative words seem to be (from my interpretation) stabbing away at the memory of the man that you write about. It is hard to acknowledge whether or not you are negatively or positively associating your rhythmic words with him, but either way, one cannot shy away from them; as always, beautifully written.
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words are powerful!
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Good job.
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Good one Coco! This reminded me of a different-time-zone relationship relationship I once had; but I never looked at it positively.
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WOW!! you can write really well. your writing is always sooooo beautiful!
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Reblogged this on Missplaced Musings and commented:
Well worded reality. . ..
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To be he!
He knows that when She rises from bed, earlier than a normal person sometimes should; She became accessible to him, by bouncing the thoughts of her across the starry sky, when he’d lain his head down under it, not planning to do so much dwelling on their story’s end, but still, he longed and pined… and she caught these sly thoughts, creeping in, unwelcomed, despite her best intentions.
Her fickle heart,like a satellite dish, was tuned into the wishing stars – letting him squeeze into the transmission pulses. Her heart betrayed her by being left wide open…
and the ‘He’? – trying to stave off sleep; to stave off dreams of her and the knowing that while she watched the world spin, he spun his loss of her deep within. Each day turns to night, the sun does set at different times for them.
He couldn’t stop the trippy heart he had, from tying himself up in what he thought she was. and She didn’t entirely dislike him, she just liked that the space between them – was the entire planet.
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{You write so well it inspires boys to dream of their own lost time zones 🙂 }
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OH MY GOSH. WHO ARE YOU???
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I’m the boy who fell for someone from another timezone.
I think I’m still bleeding from the contrails she left across my heart and while I’m not sure she ever knew I loved her, there is still a part of those singes that make me who I am… amongst other things.
But mostly I’m just adoring the way you twist us up with you.
Thank you for carrying us along. 🙂
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i’m thoroughly impressed. i added your piece to my post.
“I’m just adoring the way you twist us up with you”. Wow what a line. that is one I am keeping with me forever. Again, WHO ARE YOU?
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very good cocoa:)
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hahah i love it….”cocoa” haha yay. I will happily be a piece of chocolate.
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nice to see you got a chuckle out of my accidental blunder….hahaha. but yes, it is good. chocolate you are from this day forth:)
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was it a blunder? hehe well i’ll take it in whichever form it was
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Lovely, painful and sad comparison: hearts not breaking at the same time. Great to have time zones!
Great post, again.
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Reblogged this on Eliza Shane and commented:
Another beauty from Coco, and friend!
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raw and brilliant. Lovely.
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thank you new friend 😉
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Gorgeous!! I loved it 🙂
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awe thanks 🙂
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“God forbid we collide in that space of time where two experience the others presence…while their minds create the same thoughts at the same instant….. and they recognize they are not alone.”
My favorites. And thank you Erik for heating this dessert.
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What’s funny is I wrote that thinking no one would get that part. I’m particularly glad you enjoyed it. And yes, thank you Erik!
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Do minds tune in to each other? Or is it souls?
Anyway.you’ve given me something to think about here; I’m very interested in the time dimension to things but never thought about it in terms of time zones like that before.
Wonderful.
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The best line…
I could not handle his brains collide against my most prized organ…
I love this Coco…you get it.
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