+ No More Empty Promises + [letter from Simon]
Jul 17, 2013 12:31:54 GMT -5
Post by arx!! on Jul 17, 2013 12:31:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 000000; -webkit-border-radius:5px 5px 5px 5px; width:480px] Simon Antonio Karnes Send a message to my heart, Tell it everything, from the start, Make it honest, make it true, It's the only way, we'll see it through. Tiny flecks of rain hit my face as my boots squelch and slide in the mud. The horizon is bright, shades of orange and purple and red stain the sky, but when I look up, dark clouds still linger. When I look over my shoulder I can even see the flash of lightning heading towards me. This is an evening where one should stay inside, but I need to do this. I face forward again, watching where I out my feet, watching my boots sink into the mud and splash in small puddles. A cool breeze mixes with the drizzle and sends a shiver down my spine. My hair shifts in the wind, tickling my forehead (Haircut - next thing on my to do list) and I pull the hood of my jacket up and shove my hands into the pockets, trying hard to calm my nerves. And despite the chilly air that kisses my skin, I feel my palms begin to sweat and my heart beginning to pound hard against my ribcage. I swallow hard, a lump forming in my throat as I grow nearer and nearer to my destination. And it's not because I am frightened of graveyards and the supposed lost souls and ghouls that wander there, but I am nervous. I don't usually do this sort of thing - talking to dead people. In fact, I'm not even sure I believe in this sort of thing. The dead are dead and that is that. Why write them silly letters when they can't even read them? But still my hand clasped around the pencil and still the words flowed through the sharp tip as a whole rushing river of overflowing feelings attempted to drown me in their seemingly endless depths. I didn't think I would be able to take it, didn't think I could manage writing just one letter that would contain all of my feelings and contain everything I needed to say. But somehow I did it. Somehow I told them everything they needed to know. Or at least I think I did. I hope I did. ( Send them all, the letters, Fit them all together, Set in stone, forever, Make it whole, and never tell a soul. |