Where The Heart Is 

(WPC: Local :Show us where the heart is.)

Home is in the infinite space surrounding the sky.

The hotel room was surprisingly clean, two single beds were joined together to make it a bigger bed against the wall. The interior was comparatively simple, with green carpet and plane white walls. Two arm chairs with a table in front were placed opposite the bed. It wasn’t very luxurious but it was fulfilling his purpose for now. He gave out a tired breath and let himself fall on the chair. The chairs were conveniently placed closer to the window. He looked at the deserted road at 12 am which still showed a hint of night life as few cars passed by. The summer wind was softly blowing through the windows and onto his face. He closed his eyes to take it all in. Her face flashed in front of him as soon as he closed his eyes. The vision of her hair being softly caressed by the same wind that was now touching his face. Damn, what did this woman do to him, he cursed himself. As clock ticked by, with his tired eyes, all he could think of was her. In all the hours, in all the minutes, in all the seconds she had captured his attention. There was something about her. He couldn’t figure it out and it was killing him.

He felt frustrated, he wanted to hold her tight with a strong grip and ask her to look in his eyes so he would know what exactly she carried beneath those alluring lashes. He wanted to tear off the skin she was wearing so he could see underneath, the soul she was carrying. Despite his best attempts he couldn’t figure out who or what she was. This woman was driving him crazy.

He took out a cigarette from his pack, there were only two more left. There would be none left by morning he was sure. He wished there was something stronger to drown his anxiety. But for now cigarettes would do too. He took out a lighter, burned his cigarette and inhaled a long puff and slowly exhaled it out. Watching the smoke make patterns in the air and then dissolving in the summer air by finding escape through the open window.

This woman was like smoke… Mysterious, beautiful and a killer. She was killing him softly, with her infectious laughter and her enticing eyes.. The way she would touch him, ever so lightly and then disappear in the crowd. And he like a madman would follow her around. Trying to catch another glimpse of her allusive beauty. God Damn, this is getting out of hand he thought to himself. He was probably no good for her or maybe she was too intense for him. He didn’t know anymore. All he knew was he wanted to see her again. He wanted her fix like an addict. It was like this woman had completely taken over him. In his veins, in his blood, in the air he breathed, she was everywhere. She was all around him. He wanted to hold her against the wall, pin her and kiss her till she would beg for forgiveness for all what she made him feel.. If only he could do that. Taste her lips. The lips that lied with a smile. If only he could look deep in her eyes. The eyes that usually betrayed her smile.

By now the cigarette pack was empty, dammit he needed to stop this, he thought. At least they should have lasted till morning. But the thoughts of her were too distracting for him to notice how poison was filling his lungs all this time. He sighed and moved to the bed. He slept as soon as his back hit against the bed.

He dreamt about her. As always.
And he realized that he could never have her as the day dawned upon.
But he knew that in the night he could have her thoughts.
She was a wish never to be fulfilled,
But a dream that could always be seen.
And so he dreamed. As always. He dreamed.


(Flâneur  )

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49 thoughts on “Where The Heart Is 

  1. Akhiz says:

    on a lighter note the first thought that came in my mind after reading was ”I have a Dream” by Martin Luther King 😛

    Nights are not easy, they always bring out the things buried deep within, the more we let them the more they take over us but thank God sleep brings solace.It is a Knight in shining armour (black armour) 🙂

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    • Zee says:

      I like the way you put it Akhiz. Night can be solace or hell. Depends on the thoughts. And I’m flattered it made you think of “I have a dream” 😉 thanks a lot for reading and sharing your insight ! Hope you have a nice weekend ☺️

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  2. sasha says:

    Hello zee! I have nominated you for the versatile blogger award for your amazing writings😊.I just love the way you write and your blog.Its your choice to accept it or deny it,but if you accept it ,i will be waiting to read your lines😊

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  3. rommel says:

    Hits the bone … and then, bone-chilled! Somehow, I know we all have this strong obsession that we may never understand or may never get, but always long and definitely enough to make us go mad. 🙂 In such short scene, you have made a poignant, gripping, incredible writing.
    I think you are very well ready to publish a book.

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    • Zee says:

      Oh wow, that’s a great compliment Rommel. Thank you so much for your praise, I’m humbled you think so. A book might be in pipeline, to give you a hint 😉

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    • Zee says:

      I appreciate your words of praise very much. Thanks a lot for reading. As long as I have you guys to read my words, it’s a pleasure to write. I’m glad you liked the story as much as I enjoyed writing it💞

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  4. litadoolan says:

    Love the pace of narrative. Gripping story. I love ‘the woman was like smoke’. Fits on so many levels. Thank you for my Saturday fiction fix. Going to scroll down and find some more of your diamonds to enjoy.

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    • Zee says:

      Hi Lita, thank you so much for this wonderful comment. I’m glad you liked the story and enjoyed it. I always look forward to your visit. Nice to see you drop by. Hope you are well 💕

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  5. Mabel Kwong says:

    What a piece of writing, Zee. One for longing, but longing for something you can’t get, can’t touch, yet you can feel a smidge of it. Love the cigarette box and smoke ad metaphors. Sort of reminds me how some things provide us with fleeting happines…like how lust is that way, and can never really be fulfilled. Part of me relates to this a lot, from a girl’s perspective and about the whole idea of love and being together. Well done, Zee. Bravo 😊

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    • Zee says:

      This is so true what you said about “fleeting happiness” in some things that we find momentarily fulfilling but they never fill the void that eventually gouges at your insides. Thank you so much for reading the story and sharing your thoughts with me. I always look forward to hearing your perspective. I guess in some way we all want to be longed this way… 🙂

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  6. katiemiafrederick says:

    SMiLes.. my FriEnd.. Zee.. one thing i love
    about all your prose and poetry
    is that you accompany it with
    the emotions of a song
    to go along
    with
    your words
    as songs are
    expression of human
    emotions no different
    than vocal chords are
    strings of Guitars and
    and percussion of Piano
    and Drums are beat of heARt..
    and for me.. i both speak and think
    in terms of auditory and oral music
    in sing song way.. as emotion is the
    glue of heARt and logic.. my friEnd..
    and your words this day now.. BrinG
    the SonG of Clarity above.. and that reminds me
    of the young Moroccan Woman whose phone was
    drained who asked to use my phone in a very dark
    parking lot.. me standing almost a foot taller than
    her.. fully muscular at 230LBs or so.. but the thing
    is.. she had seen me before many times on the dance
    floor never ever approaching any woman to dance
    as i am a married man.. but sure.. dancing with
    anyone who cares to dance with me as first
    move just for fun.. anyway.. she said
    the ‘people’ in there..in some
    words to the effect.. were
    not her cup of tea..
    for what a man
    does not have
    he wishes to gain
    from the fairer more gentle
    emotionally feeling cultural gender role
    of the human race.. but you see.. we men
    can feel all the emotions of that Song Clarity
    if we let them run free as heARt StringS and
    Drums oF liFe as SpiRit iN a miNd and Body
    SoUl BaLAnCinG as i’ve oft talked to here
    with you in divine masculine and feminine
    balance.. and what this means again
    is when one has both sides
    now.. they have A Clarity
    of being totAlly filled
    uP to give and
    share and
    never
    worry
    about take.. now..
    sure.. missing connection..
    moving.. and creating but
    having more to give and share
    than take.. with chalice within as
    Gold of Pure Love as Faith that never
    gives uP.. iN FeeLinG iSREAL and SeNSinG way..
    where love needs not be tragic.. aS oNly a Force to Give..
    thEre is no EmoTioN of liFe thAT WiLL eScape mE noW for i live..
    i now
    love..
    and nah..
    it wasn’t
    alWays that
    way for many years
    as i always thought women
    had a force and power that i
    didn’t have.. it wasn’t that i didn’t
    have it.. i just lost it and forgot about it..
    there are so many ways to find it and
    recover it.. but that takes constant
    practice my friEnd for those who
    find iT AT aLL.. in A social
    reciprocation
    oF
    LiVinG
    LoVe noW..:)

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    • Zee says:

      I like how you compared your experience to “clarity”. Clarity in the way we perceive things or in the way we feel about somethings or someone. Like in the story above, some people might consider his obsession with her clouding his judgment or bringing in fog to his thoughts but on the other hand it might also be the clarity in the way he feels about her. And I’m glad you enjoy the songs I pair with my posts, thanks for reading and listening 🙂

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      • katiemiafrederick says:

        SMiLes.. my FriEnd.. Zee..
        Would always much
        Better be obsessed
        With Love or
        Even tears
        Or even
        Sadly
        Pain
        Over
        Numb..
        Numb to
        Me is the most
        Painful place oF aLL..
        Point zero
        oF FeeLinG
        And SenSinG
        LiFe..
        As my
        New Psychiatrist says..
        The one who monitors me
        In case i go back to Hell.. this
        zero point in his practice is
        Rare but this HeLL iSREAL..
        Embrace LiFe aLWays.. My
        FriEnd Zee.. A GiFt oF LiGht..:)

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    • Zee says:

      That is so beautifully said Rob “A ghost of love never to be drift in eternity there”. Night can be a comfort or a torture, depends on the thoughts you are having…thanks for reading my story ❣️

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