corrupting minds { artemis }
Oct 21, 2014 20:28:25 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Oct 21, 2014 20:28:25 GMT -5
My back is pressed against cool wood, my eyes shut, my ears blocking out the peaceful hum of the insects which sung to themselves in the near by bushes. I wanted nothing b silence, i didn't want to be able to hear the gentle song of the wind, or the dying life of the city around me. I wanted to hear nothing but my own breathing because then I knew I could truly be alone. Lost to myself, not needing to allow my lips to open for another because that would be painful. I wanted to e alone like this, everyday, all day because thee was no effort required to begin alone. It was safe, it was comfortable.
I place a ink covered arm across my face, blocking the sinking suns rays from penetrating the thin skin of my eye lids. In reality I should be at home, trying to sleep in my own bed… but if I were to be there the woman who called herself my mother would be bathing down my neck, barking orders at me, trying to make me do such useless this such as cleaning my room or even talking to her. The pain that would cause, the effort it would require. Not to mention the lack of anything i would gain from it. Its not like I was after her praise, her love or her attention, if anything I wanted to get away from that.
Sounds pretty horrible right? But to be honest it really isnt. Not really. Its just not the way a person would perceive a loving son, a son of any sort. A sigh slips past my lips and my arm falls from my face, hovering off the edge of the park bench as I roll over to that I am laying on my side, my eyes opening so that I could see the grass field before me. When I was a kid I tended to avoid places lie the park. Other kids like to hang around here, and train, throwing punches at one another seeing how would be the last person standing. I would often wander why they did things like that, it would only end up with someone with a black eye and another one boosting about how they were invincible. But it made me sick because they would come and sit around me and tell me about how cool it was talking to me as though I would actually give a shit. I had to smile at them coldly and give them some witty ass comment before they would disintegrate and not speak to me for the rest of the week… but they would always return in the end, as though they would somehow get through to me.
They put so much effort into trying to get me to join them, so so so much effort… and in the end nothing was gained. I smirk. They should have let it go, then they wouldn't be feeling so exhausted and frustrated by my lack of interest.
I close my eyes once again and allow my mind to rest, my whole body relaxing as I felt the lull of sleep slip into my limbs. I welcomed it, I didn't run because this was effort well used. I gain something by being able to close my eyes and begging dragged away to sleep. Sleep was good, sleep was refreshing, sleep wasn't soothing as petty as the need for a mothers love.
I place a ink covered arm across my face, blocking the sinking suns rays from penetrating the thin skin of my eye lids. In reality I should be at home, trying to sleep in my own bed… but if I were to be there the woman who called herself my mother would be bathing down my neck, barking orders at me, trying to make me do such useless this such as cleaning my room or even talking to her. The pain that would cause, the effort it would require. Not to mention the lack of anything i would gain from it. Its not like I was after her praise, her love or her attention, if anything I wanted to get away from that.
Sounds pretty horrible right? But to be honest it really isnt. Not really. Its just not the way a person would perceive a loving son, a son of any sort. A sigh slips past my lips and my arm falls from my face, hovering off the edge of the park bench as I roll over to that I am laying on my side, my eyes opening so that I could see the grass field before me. When I was a kid I tended to avoid places lie the park. Other kids like to hang around here, and train, throwing punches at one another seeing how would be the last person standing. I would often wander why they did things like that, it would only end up with someone with a black eye and another one boosting about how they were invincible. But it made me sick because they would come and sit around me and tell me about how cool it was talking to me as though I would actually give a shit. I had to smile at them coldly and give them some witty ass comment before they would disintegrate and not speak to me for the rest of the week… but they would always return in the end, as though they would somehow get through to me.
They put so much effort into trying to get me to join them, so so so much effort… and in the end nothing was gained. I smirk. They should have let it go, then they wouldn't be feeling so exhausted and frustrated by my lack of interest.
I close my eyes once again and allow my mind to rest, my whole body relaxing as I felt the lull of sleep slip into my limbs. I welcomed it, I didn't run because this was effort well used. I gain something by being able to close my eyes and begging dragged away to sleep. Sleep was good, sleep was refreshing, sleep wasn't soothing as petty as the need for a mothers love.