Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 29, 2006 23:54:44 GMT -8
A simple place, a simple time, a simple life. Thats all there was back then. Thats all that was ever needed. Having everything be simple, simple family, simple friends. It was that way for us, wasn't it? Me, you, him. We where all naive little brats, with our minds chocked by the understanding of how each of our lives worked. You where always stuck to the books, had to stay near to the peaceful safety of your home during the late hours, and close enough during the early hours to hear the voice of your parents. He had to do everything for his family, clean, cook, wash the cars, take out the garbage, clean his parents room. we would see him with black eyes, bruises, cuts, we never said anything, but he always seemed to know we noticed and made excuses. "I tripped", or "Was cutting the ham when I..." It was all too obvious.
And as for me. I had to do small things for my parents, and the only way I could get away from doing the bidding of my family as they sat in their recliners, or on the couch, in front of the television, was to go outside, or over to your house. Never, not once had I ever been in his house, but we where just friends who had no other people to talk to. We helped each other out, we hung out, we did everything friends did. A good 3 years we where all together, doing nothing, and everything at the same time. We filled each others lives with that happiness and bliss we missed when at home. Once, we even went further than friends, me and you. Lasting a while and soon becoming entrancing we where gonna go further than that. But I moved. I always moved, I moved here, I moved there, I moved to every place imaginable. We stay in contact over letters and we all talk on the phone all the time. almost unseperated, as if we where all still in the simple place, those trees, out in the peace of the woods doing nothing, acting out skits, play fighting.
I hear he moves and you are left there. We talk more on the phone than with him anymore as we stop getting calls from him, and he stops calling us, every conversation seemingly pulling him away. We are all separated, we are all divided. As miracle would have it, our relationship stayed strong through the next 3 years, until finally the news of me moving back to that simple place. A chance, a single opportunity was all I had been asking for, for three years. Now it was mine for the taking. Months go by and we can't get together yet, finally a chance meeting in a grocery store, and all is happy once again. We talk for an hour and a half, just talking, behind My back my hands playing with a velvet box, a very small box, familiar to allot of people, only capable of holding a single thing, thought its importance almost as important as the world itself. Soon working up the courage, I am almost prepared to make myself ask you the most important question in my life, and that look, the things you are saying, it is almost like you know, as if you know what I am going to ask.
Suddenly, the peace, the simplicity, all of it, is broken as the sound of people with ill intentions come through the doors with guns, not caring if anyone listened to them as they barked orders as they made quick work of spraying the cameras. Motions made everywhere, confusion and fear taking over every impulse down to nothing as we drop to the floor. Our hands finding comfort in each other as out of the ill thought you hold the case of velvet, yet you pay no attention to it. For what you see is something I missed, it has stunned you o that you do not care what is in my hand. For what is in our hands. I look up to see him, tattoos on his face, as he holds a gun himself, from somewhere you usher up the courage to stand, and from fear I clasp onto you as if trying to keep you down, but only have you pull me up instead.
We make a walk, our last, instead of a walk down the aisle to bells and chimes, we walk down the aisle of a grocery store with the simple bell above the door as the men run in and out grabbing things. I let go from fear at the end of the aisle as you walk straight to him, yelling at him, screaming things to try and get some sense into his mind. But no sense could come from his simple thoughts for the last sounds I hear from that day, I hear from there till now. A bang. I look at the two of you, my eyes wide, seeing your back, blood starting to come from it to change the color of your clothing. you fall back onto me, I do little or nothing except hold you and help you to the ground. your fading faster than on those television shows we watched when we where all together years ago. your hand clasps onto my right shoulder, and you say, two words. Just two words. Ones I never thought I would hear, nor thought you knew of the question. These words, so powerful, I hear nothing else.
Hours pass people come to look the place over gather evidence, yet there we are, your head in my lap, I never stopped looking at your eyes. just frozen there like statues. People would come to move you, but I would protest, they tried to move me, but I wouldn;t allow it. Finally, they move you, by forcing me away from you, fighting with everything I had, pulling the ones holding me to wards the ones carrying you away in a black bag, they finally let go as the vehicle drives away with you inside. they try to reach me with words, but my ears hear nothing, still hearing those two words in my head, I run away, I run and run, and run, and run. My legs burn with a fiery hate as I slow to a walk some ways down the road, so far, a place I've never been before. so dark, only the twilight to guide me, as I see two lights headed my way in the road. I see portals to you, a way to find that happiness, that peace, the simplicity once again.
Stepping in front of the fast moving lights all goes dark, no pain, no memory of what happened, just the knowledge that it should of brought me to you. but as fate played its nightmarish game. It was only the beginning of a nightmare as my eyes opened. I could see clearly, that the light I was now looking into was not the one I had searched for. I am told the way my back had been broken I may not move my legs again let alone walk, or feel them. after healing, they have doctors of the mind, now that the physical doctors are done look at me. they find hundreds of problems, and no cure. So to make sure I harm no one and no longer harm myself I wear a white jacked and get a new room at some fancy building. The walls and floor are nice and soft, along with a simple light in the ceiling.
2 years I spend my time thinking, eating, being moved so I can continue rehabilitation in my legs. Thanksgivings roll by, no visitors, Christmas's, nothing, birthdays I get a card saying "Get well soon.".
Now, its been almost three full years since you left, and those two words still keep me company today, as he gets let out for what he did all I can think about is what you told me in your last moments. those two words, controlled so much of my life, and dictated many actions. those words helped me walk and move on, helped me find meaning in the meaningless and pursue a dream. Those two words are.
"I Do."
And as for me. I had to do small things for my parents, and the only way I could get away from doing the bidding of my family as they sat in their recliners, or on the couch, in front of the television, was to go outside, or over to your house. Never, not once had I ever been in his house, but we where just friends who had no other people to talk to. We helped each other out, we hung out, we did everything friends did. A good 3 years we where all together, doing nothing, and everything at the same time. We filled each others lives with that happiness and bliss we missed when at home. Once, we even went further than friends, me and you. Lasting a while and soon becoming entrancing we where gonna go further than that. But I moved. I always moved, I moved here, I moved there, I moved to every place imaginable. We stay in contact over letters and we all talk on the phone all the time. almost unseperated, as if we where all still in the simple place, those trees, out in the peace of the woods doing nothing, acting out skits, play fighting.
I hear he moves and you are left there. We talk more on the phone than with him anymore as we stop getting calls from him, and he stops calling us, every conversation seemingly pulling him away. We are all separated, we are all divided. As miracle would have it, our relationship stayed strong through the next 3 years, until finally the news of me moving back to that simple place. A chance, a single opportunity was all I had been asking for, for three years. Now it was mine for the taking. Months go by and we can't get together yet, finally a chance meeting in a grocery store, and all is happy once again. We talk for an hour and a half, just talking, behind My back my hands playing with a velvet box, a very small box, familiar to allot of people, only capable of holding a single thing, thought its importance almost as important as the world itself. Soon working up the courage, I am almost prepared to make myself ask you the most important question in my life, and that look, the things you are saying, it is almost like you know, as if you know what I am going to ask.
Suddenly, the peace, the simplicity, all of it, is broken as the sound of people with ill intentions come through the doors with guns, not caring if anyone listened to them as they barked orders as they made quick work of spraying the cameras. Motions made everywhere, confusion and fear taking over every impulse down to nothing as we drop to the floor. Our hands finding comfort in each other as out of the ill thought you hold the case of velvet, yet you pay no attention to it. For what you see is something I missed, it has stunned you o that you do not care what is in my hand. For what is in our hands. I look up to see him, tattoos on his face, as he holds a gun himself, from somewhere you usher up the courage to stand, and from fear I clasp onto you as if trying to keep you down, but only have you pull me up instead.
We make a walk, our last, instead of a walk down the aisle to bells and chimes, we walk down the aisle of a grocery store with the simple bell above the door as the men run in and out grabbing things. I let go from fear at the end of the aisle as you walk straight to him, yelling at him, screaming things to try and get some sense into his mind. But no sense could come from his simple thoughts for the last sounds I hear from that day, I hear from there till now. A bang. I look at the two of you, my eyes wide, seeing your back, blood starting to come from it to change the color of your clothing. you fall back onto me, I do little or nothing except hold you and help you to the ground. your fading faster than on those television shows we watched when we where all together years ago. your hand clasps onto my right shoulder, and you say, two words. Just two words. Ones I never thought I would hear, nor thought you knew of the question. These words, so powerful, I hear nothing else.
Hours pass people come to look the place over gather evidence, yet there we are, your head in my lap, I never stopped looking at your eyes. just frozen there like statues. People would come to move you, but I would protest, they tried to move me, but I wouldn;t allow it. Finally, they move you, by forcing me away from you, fighting with everything I had, pulling the ones holding me to wards the ones carrying you away in a black bag, they finally let go as the vehicle drives away with you inside. they try to reach me with words, but my ears hear nothing, still hearing those two words in my head, I run away, I run and run, and run, and run. My legs burn with a fiery hate as I slow to a walk some ways down the road, so far, a place I've never been before. so dark, only the twilight to guide me, as I see two lights headed my way in the road. I see portals to you, a way to find that happiness, that peace, the simplicity once again.
Stepping in front of the fast moving lights all goes dark, no pain, no memory of what happened, just the knowledge that it should of brought me to you. but as fate played its nightmarish game. It was only the beginning of a nightmare as my eyes opened. I could see clearly, that the light I was now looking into was not the one I had searched for. I am told the way my back had been broken I may not move my legs again let alone walk, or feel them. after healing, they have doctors of the mind, now that the physical doctors are done look at me. they find hundreds of problems, and no cure. So to make sure I harm no one and no longer harm myself I wear a white jacked and get a new room at some fancy building. The walls and floor are nice and soft, along with a simple light in the ceiling.
2 years I spend my time thinking, eating, being moved so I can continue rehabilitation in my legs. Thanksgivings roll by, no visitors, Christmas's, nothing, birthdays I get a card saying "Get well soon.".
Now, its been almost three full years since you left, and those two words still keep me company today, as he gets let out for what he did all I can think about is what you told me in your last moments. those two words, controlled so much of my life, and dictated many actions. those words helped me walk and move on, helped me find meaning in the meaningless and pursue a dream. Those two words are.
"I Do."
