Something I had to write for my first writing lesson. Enjoy! |
There is a moment in time when everything stands still, and usally you feel you are the only person left in the world. You are the only person who is right when everyone is wrong, and never heard because people want to believe in fantasy and not worry about the inevitable. You are the great mentor needed in a crises, but not once do your own friends let you vent your own frustrations. Wouldn't it be nice to forget everyone else, and consider yourself for a change? Good luck on that. I will be standing here beneath the oak tree, waiting for you to come to your senses. Memorable times, my friend, can run away just like you ran away. Can you remember the day when we became inseperable? The day had been radiently warm, if I recall correctly. The sky was as clear as your eyes, and friends had been talking to one another as they strolled along the park. Let's see, I think I was wearing blue jeans and one of my favorite red shirts along with the most comfortable pair of Converse ever. I can't quite recall how my hair was, that was such along time ago. I was walking backwards, talking to my friends about dream guys that we would like to meet someday. Tye had just asked me what guy in school I liked. Well, I don't think I ever answered her question because you had run into me while roller blading. It's just my luck, really, your running into me like that. The result of that clumsy day was a broken wrist, and a high-priced hospital bill. Who cares though? Anyone would like to get "knocked off their feet" on their first impression of a guy. Only problem with me is that it literally happend, but it was the best few weeks in my life. Time and again, I look back to those few weeks and just think, "Why couldn't life be so wonderful all the time?" I recieved so many flowers from friends after my wrist was broken, but I kept the wild flowers you sent and book-pressed them. Don't get me wrong here, I adore roses and such, but wild flowers have always been my passion. The pale blue wild flowers are pressed in my poetry book; the poppies are pressed in my scrap book, and the daisies reside comfortably in my scriptures. I just remember how worried you were, and you kept appologzing profusly. Although, I didn't realize how fake the apologies were, and I wish I had. Would have saved me all the heartache after. It's too late now to be worried about it, but the hopes I had hoped for had been crushed. Sweet discussions and thoughtful consideration went down the drain after that night. Crickets sang their songs, owls humed their tunes, and the outdoor lights could never compare to the beauty of the stars. The night had spun away as couples danced in magical realms, and in never-ending dreams and fantasies. Always, I have wondered if I had been dressed differently would things have been better. Instead of wearing a jade dress that matched my eyes, perhaps I should have worn scarlet, to bring out the complection and the splatter of freckles across my nose. Maybe I needed to be a different person, instead of being my normal clumsy self. Perhaps I should have been more forth right. My friend, I will never know. I still see the image imprinted in my mind. The lustrous Emily and you, I mean. I don't think I shall ever forget that sight, seeing the shock on your face, seeing embers flare in your eyes, and glimpsing sorrrow lurking inside, as you walked towards me. All I could do, my friend, was to stand in shock as you began speaking- speaking words that sounded foreign because I couldn't comprehend your sorry excuses. I can't began to describe the pain and desire to turn and run away from you. I stood there like an idiot, listening to your voice as tears leaked from my eyes. All my years of high school were spent in dreamless fantasy, and yet, I was living in a nightmare. Now you are gone. I had sped down the highway, to return to the safe haven of my room. That was the most I cried in quite a few years, my friend. As the sun rose and kissed the windows of my room, I simply watched the sunrise. My dress was ruined, my hair tangled, and mascara ran down my face. The ability to change into something comfortable never reached my mind, all I could think about was you. I crawled to bed and fell into a fit full slumber, and only awakened when Tye called me. She told me about the wreck...the paramedics finding your body...the picture she painted; it was horrible. It took me many weeks to revive enough to go back to college, and study harder as my grades had gone down. I still miss you, my love. And yet, I am fullfilling my dream. I am the author I told you I was going to become. This moment, hasn't moved in three years. Flashbacks continue to haunt my dreams, or perhaps you haunt the dream world. Stealing into my mind, letting me see you, then as I reach out, you vanish. My sense of right and wrong has turned to pointless ramblings of the insane. I believe I am correct, although I see the pity in Tye's eyes as I continue to speak of you. She belive me daft my friend, daft!. Oh, how wrong she is; you, my friend, you are an addiction never to run away from my veins. Countless people tried to get me on prescriptions, yet I refused to take their drugs. I am smart; I know what they want to do. They want a wasted shell, so they won't hear what I have to say. Mentors can't help me; I am myself. Nothing is wrong. Sweet memories; nightmares I would rather forget, and undying love for you will continue to grow as time passes on. |