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The world is my canvas.
And I am …nothing more than what I choose to be.
I am human,
And sadly this means I can say anything but what I truly feel.
I am…
The beginning of a wonderful dream, and the middle of a terrifying nightmare.
We are,
The way the sun sets and the way the moon shines.
We so easily forget...
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Joon: He can really cook, can't he?
Benny: Yeah, although for grilled cheese, I might use the wool setting.
Joon: That's what I told him.
Benny: Really? What did he use?
Joon: Rayon. Silk would have been too soggy. Cotton would have...
Benny: Would have burned it.
Joon: Right. Fortunately, he consulted me before giving it steam. I was four square against it.
I want one hell of a lot of nothing out of anything that floats my way...
I don’t want life to continue being a pessimistic rainbow of optimism that will dress in glitter if the price is right. I want a voice of my own and a loud mouth to say it with... I want to feel the ebbs and flows of this enigmatic life wash around me... and I want to feel strong because I know that no matter what I do, where I go, or who I am, I wont always be accepted for everything that I have become because....well... because that’s not the way this world will ever function, ever. We have ******** ourselves into a corner for so long that the rest of the Nonconformists, the revolutionaries, and rebels of our time have fallen silent due to the lack of will to struggle against the grain. However that does not mean they are gone, for every day that the sun shines, and a newly awakened child realizes that the ways of war have been sweetened and packed into brightly colored boxes… they will try to find out more. But as they do begin to learn it grows hard to remember that the world was once a place of wonder, whimsy, and dare I say magic and not some toxin induced landfill where people die because of lack of compassion. Even for me it is hard… I do what I need not do and say what needs to be said, and I try to speak for those to silent to try or care… I do this because I know deep down inside the world is a beautiful place, a place where AIDS and HIV don’t happen as often because people really take the time to hear one another, not just hear... but respect one another. And when the silent ones raise their voices in celebration and declaration, I want to be able to hear it. I want to feel it, and touch it, and live in it every day, for the simple fact of … I know we can. I know it will come to be, I know it will be hard to find, and I know that it may never change. But I am a believer, and I trust humanity more than it should be trusted….but if people die, destroy, rape, and kill for a god that isn’t listening anymore… than why cant I be a leader that will fight, kick, and scream, for what she believes in as well??
She could see him now, his light eyes piercing the darkness, his soft skin standing just beyond her grasp as she reaches out into nothingness. For a moment she tastes him… The bittersweet taste of his lips against hers, and the cool caress of his hands on her sides. “I want you…” she mumbles as she strikes out into the night, a flash of red-hot frustration and passion in the depths of both their eyes as they fade away.
With a soft gasp she opens her eyes and begins to shake, slowly pulling the covers away from her sweat soaked body as she gets up for a drink. The water begins to flow lightly from the tap as she looks around, half expecting him to be standing next to her, watching her every movement with his soft brown eyes. With shaky hands she sighs as the small, cold sip of water flows down her hot, dry throat, steadying her nerves and almost immediately relaxing her. As she began to walk back to the bed she noticed it, the small dark red rose laying sweetly on her pillow, the long thorns sharp and dripping with the bitter smell of blood. The glass sang out in agony as it fell to the floor, shattering softly and breaking the silence making her cry out in surprise.
“Be still my love, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” A deep voice purred, sending a shiver down her spine as her eyes widened. Slowly he placed his hands on her sides and kissed her neck lightly, making her cry out and step away from him. He watched her with amusement as she slipped and fell, trying to catch herself as first her lovely feet, followed by her soft slender hands were sliced into by the glass. He walked forward, his heavy boots crunching the shards of glass into nothing more than gently glimmering sand.
“When you run you get hurt, remember?” he purred again as he tenderly picked her up and lay her on the bed. She cringed at his touch when he placed her palm in his, whimpering slightly as he began to remove the many slivers of glass. He moved from one palm to the other collecting the glass on the bedside table, as he moved to her feet with a sigh. “But this is nothing my little doll; you have been broken in much worse ways haven’t you?” He crooned lightly as he picked out the last little piece and lay next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and licking her lips lightly. “I have to admit though, you gave me a run for my money… And I like that in a girl, But not from you… My doll… My goddess… My little dream Vala…”He whispered softly into her ear, brushing a few long strands of chestnut hair from her eyes. “You’ve changed so much… Your hair, your eyes… Your skin, you’re beautiful skin is a lot darker now; you’ve been playing in the sun haven’t you…”
He pushed himself onto his elbow and slowly grabbed her hand, lapping gently at the blood that was pooled on her palm. “I have missed the way you taste….” He mumbled as he pressed his lips to the wounds and licked away each ruby drop. “Why don’t you speak to me? I know I was never the best person to talk to… We did have our differences, but I have bettered my temper and… I need you…” he whimpered softly, the light in his eyes seeming to pout. She looked away, tears quickly filling her eyes as he scooped her tenderly into his arms; picking her up as easily as a rag doll.
“P…. P…. Please…” she cried softly as she tried to move, a wave of pain shooting up her leg. “Please… I… I won’t leave again… I promise….”
“You’re safe now…” He mumbled as he carried her from her small apartment, and lay her down in the back seat of his sleek car. As the light blue custom car drove away her thoughts grew chaotic, mixing quickly with the feeling of weightlessness from the blood loss. This would be nothing new, the same house, the same life as before… Yet this time there would be no sweet caresses after death, this time there would be only a nightmare of oblivion.
The car began to drive off the smooth asphalt, meeting the rough feel of an old and worn dirt road. Vala slept deeply as the car drove on, her hair waving in the wind as the enticing smell of rain filled the sky. “There is not much she will be able to do for awhile” he thought as he drove deeper into the fading twilight, the world seeming to blacken at his command.
 Teardrops_of_Ivy · Thu Jul 13, 2006 @ 05:28pm · 0 Comments |
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