Hydrologic Cycle: Runoff

‘Are you listening?’ she asks in annoyance. I nod my head and twirl my fork in the air. On the other hand, she places the folk in her hand onto the table. She is glaring at me. I could feel the intensity of her eyes on the crown of my head. ‘Just eat.’ I spoke to her calmly. 

My back tensed up naturally. It was a pure reflex reaction that has been instilled into my body. I am awaiting that familiar outburst of a single syllabus. However, I heard that darn soft sigh of concern. Today is one of those days. 

I have hit the mark when her vocal box had already been emptied out. Those single cry were now deemed as inadequate in expressing her disappointment and frustrations. Today, will be the mark in this endless loop we are on that she will talk fluently with words. This signify the sigh. 

Upon being aware of her intentions of unloading her pent up emotions, I put my folk down. Holding any weight on my hand will only cause my exhaustion level to be hight. ‘Will this ever be over?’ she questions. It is an open ended question. One that is neither directed to me nor herself. 

I didn’t respond. I didn’t have to. We both knew we both didn’t know.Yet, at the same time, it seems like we had already settled on a common answer. One that isn’t pleasant. Thus, I pick up my folk once more. Maybe today’s rendition will be short but definitely not sweet. Taking a few stabs at the penne in my baked pasta.

Suddenly, she reaches out and grabs a hold of my hand before I could taste the bland flavours of living. ‘Does this have an end point?’ she asks with her heart on her sleeves. Gently, I peeled out of her grip and add another stone of disappointment in my delegated chamber within her. 

Using my free hand, I took her folk to place it in her hand. ‘The food will get cold and your stomach isn’t made out of steel. So,’ I paused for a moment to look at those eyes whose shine has been dimmed by my incapabilities, ‘eat.’ I let go and let her hand be free. Freedom that only allows her to dance willingly in the unwilling palm of my hand. 

The meal ensue in silence. My mind wanders but never did I wonder where was the finishing line. After all, a destination can never be reached if one is stagnant. My eyes peer at her beautiful features. I pondered as to why she is willing to be at a standstill with my foolishness. 

When our eyes met each other, I pretended to not notice. Looking back down at the tasteless pasta, the mixture of emotions numbs the senses. As another few penne went into my mouth, I seem to be a void piece of flesh eating. 

Silently we ate. Silently, I force her to dwindle into the depth of hell’s gravity. Silently, it seems like no matter how much time flows, I could only reach the surface of knocking her down.