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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 9:41 am
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Out of my mind? *shrug*
I can't say that this DIDN'T happen...but it didn't happen like this. Much. Sortofkindofmaybealotbutnotreallyatall.
ANyway:
An afternoon spent laughing, dancing, in awe of Northern Lights, in which neither tries to think the word “love.” And I do love. Love: deep affection, as of that between friends, parents, or protector and protected. Flirt here, touch there. Dinner and a movie. Stars shyly peek between the clouds and the smog. I shiver—your jacket? For me? No thank you. My mind is on another face, a boy in the sun. The thought is as warm as ice.
I know it’s wrong. But the feel of heaviness melting away, of my heart swelling and beating again, whole and full of love, is addicting. I’ve only ever been addicted to two things in my life: Fantasy, grand escapism, reading and writing of epic tales, And love.
When the addiction is sound and sure, it cannot fade. The craving is insatiable. Alcohol can be found in the drugstore on the corner of my street. Cigarettes, beside the liquor. Drugs from kids at school—I know how to make meth—easy, if not cheap. Books from the library, sit and read all day until I fall asleep. Write until my hand is numb. Lose myself in the scratches of the pen. But love? From where? From who? When one source falls, where do I turn? Turn to betrayal, Choose between what I want, And what’s right. A choice then. But my choice? No.
A note slipped in a bewildered hand. He waits until he gets home to read:
“I can’t keep doing this. I’d just be using you. But I really need…someone. It’s been really tough lately, and it won’t get any better. It’s your call. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, then I’m back where I started. But if you do, please let me know. I’m sorry.” So I wait, The cell phone my umbilical cord. Will I hear it ring? Yes.
“I don’t know what you mean….
…but I’m here for you.”
I grimace with a smile. Loving should be a sin.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 3:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 6:40 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 9:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 8:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 9:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 2:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 4:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 5:25 pm
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BlackHawkGS The cell phone my umbilical cord.Why did I have the urge to laugh at that line... xd Though it works well. This is pretty biggrin You need to stop writing Ametris and do more writing like this! *Death stare from Kirby* O.O... kidding...
Your analogies and medaphores have always been great kirbs.
...Also I agree with Hawk.
[-cackles and runs-][only joking][But seriously, you should write more poetry][and shorts]
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 6:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 6:44 pm
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