I lay on the floor shivering, the cold draped me, and the loneliness embodied me. The cold winter made the agony seem longer and harder. I looked out the window to see an angel floating in the snow. Her eyes called me towards her, I summoned the last ounce of liveliness in my fragile body to walk towards her. She looked like a fairy wanting to take me away from all the pain. She got on one knee and asked me to live the rest of my life with her. I wake up suddenly from the heavenly vision due to a sudden jarring of the plane. Hallucinations, they were one of the many repercussions of the tablets. Mostly they were nightmares, but sometimes pleasant trances which were even worse as they made me yearning to live longer in this estranged world.
I’d finally reached London, I treasured airports, they housed many amazing characters all etched into one place, not because they wanted to, but by chance. Soon they would all depart to their desired destinations. For some it would mean happiness, home, for some it would still mean the same. I had fallen in love with being lonely for the most part of my life, and I always felt comfortable in an airport.
I took a rented car and drove down to the beautiful country side of Kent. I had a short stay in London when I was a struggling instrumentalist out of college. I’d just started playing for a band where I was still finding my feet at music. It was in one of those jigs that I had met her. She was breathtakingly beautiful, the kind of beauty that took your breathe away. She had little curls at the end of her dark beautiful hair, which would fall over her angelic face and her eyes; they told you stories that obsessed you. ...
In between the pastures I saw a cottage, there I saw her, playing in the small farm with her lovely daughter. She looked at me; I couldn’t see the expressions on her face because of the beating sun. She beckoned her daughter to scurry inside the house and walked hurriedly towards me. With open arms I called out to her, “Kay”. Kaydence greeted me with a vicious right hook. She restrained from her abuses when she saw the unsightly seizure and the blood pouring out of my nose. My weak hands failed to help me reach the tablets in my coat.
I woke up in a beautiful room, covered with portraits of beautiful flowers and Kaydence’s beautiful eyes over me. Her eyes showed the care but her face was expressionless. Kaydence had been the rhythm in my out of tune life. The one I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with. I’d hurt her, like many others down the line, but I’d probably hurt her the most. ..........
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