The computer clock says 10:33. I had just turned off the downstairs television, without interest for whatever dramatic delema I would miss. My thoughts are restless, and Sex In The City is just not doing it for me.
Currently, I sit in my room, upon a black fold-out chair given to me by my father many years back. I have sat here many times before and will sit here many times again. Irratated with my own folly, wishing for justice in matters that hold no defense, and yet still win. Yelling out profanity, bringing fustration and depression to all that hear. And yet there is no attack. Against my own good-will, I have placed myself against my friends, with no sword to continue my attack, and no shield to protect me from their own. And yet there is still silence. Like a ball against gravity, I am pulled toward the restrictions of Earth, away from the freedom that the clouds present to me. Cornered, and scared, knowning what I have done, I wait. And yet the sun still sets. Now there is no light to reveal the movements of my attackers, the darkness is both my friend and foe. I cannot see, yet I cannot be seen. So I scream.
These are my feelings at this point and time. They are not perminant, I know. By morning, the sun will have risen once more, and there I will see the light. My feet shall be placed within the boundaries of those that I love, and those that love me. There is nothing to divide us, we are together once more. The experience I had faced, I will always be reminded of. Like the shadows before sunset, I will see the pain I have caused every time I close my eyes, until eternity. But I will never forget the gift I have been given. For we all have the power to hate, but few have the power to forgive.
This fold-out chair is really hurting my butt.
-Martin-
September 29, 2004
10:58pm
(The most dramatic writting I think I have ever done. It speaks of a fight between friends, a squabble, over something that doesnt matter. I had those alot with some of my greatest friends, and this is how I felt after one of those fights.)