Ridgewolf
07-31-2004, 03:56 AM
I'm lost.
Don't you understand?
I feel like I've walked down a never-ending sidewalk just to get to your front door. Every step I take, light rain has pelted me. At last, eons ago, I was soaked. The marrow in the center of me can now feel the rain water that you've made me trudge through. Nothing escapes this rain.
Arriving at your door, all the possible scenarios flash through my mind in one instant. In that moment, I know. Between the beats of my heart, I've captured the knowledge. There is no turning back...as I inhale.
You open the door and I realize I've been holding my breath. Exhaling slowly, I somehow know I look frightful. With a trenchcoat, wet hair, jeans, T-shirt, and jungle boots it is a wonder if you recognize me at all. The coat is carelessly open. My clothes and flesh have absorbed so much rain that it no longer matters.
Behind my wet, ebony strands, I can see your startled gaze. I can see you looking right through me. You are running through your mind, dismissing every person you know. I can hear your mind working at my identity and wondering who I am. For all the years that a single pulse lasts, I hold a small hope. As if I could expect you to know me. The fear you discretely hide shines like a searchlight through a cave.
Mute, you stand there. I know you have given up. You are searching the irrestible expression in my eyes. My heart sinks a little further. You don't recognize me.
I whisper your name.
Like electricity, the signal races from your ears to your mind. I see your mouth drop open. Your hand comes up to cover your mouth. You're fanning the fires of my inner bitterness without knowing it. I know you never expected to see me.
Right there, I fall. My knees smash down against the frame of your door. I fall backwards.
That terrible wound you gave me so long ago has been bleeding all this time.
I just wanted to see you.
I'm lost.
Don't you understand?
I feel like I've walked down a never-ending sidewalk just to get to your front door. Every step I take, light rain has pelted me. At last, eons ago, I was soaked. The marrow in the center of me can now feel the rain water that you've made me trudge through. Nothing escapes this rain.
Arriving at your door, all the possible scenarios flash through my mind in one instant. In that moment, I know. Between the beats of my heart, I've captured the knowledge. There is no turning back...as I inhale.
You open the door and I realize I've been holding my breath. Exhaling slowly, I somehow know I look frightful. With a trenchcoat, wet hair, jeans, T-shirt, and jungle boots it is a wonder if you recognize me at all. The coat is carelessly open. My clothes and flesh have absorbed so much rain that it no longer matters.
Behind my wet, ebony strands, I can see your startled gaze. I can see you looking right through me. You are running through your mind, dismissing every person you know. I can hear your mind working at my identity and wondering who I am. For all the years that a single pulse lasts, I hold a small hope. As if I could expect you to know me. The fear you discretely hide shines like a searchlight through a cave.
Mute, you stand there. I know you have given up. You are searching the irrestible expression in my eyes. My heart sinks a little further. You don't recognize me.
I whisper your name.
Like electricity, the signal races from your ears to your mind. I see your mouth drop open. Your hand comes up to cover your mouth. You're fanning the fires of my inner bitterness without knowing it. I know you never expected to see me.
Right there, I fall. My knees smash down against the frame of your door. I fall backwards.
That terrible wound you gave me so long ago has been bleeding all this time.
I just wanted to see you.
I'm lost.