Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Oct 2, 2016 21:57:38 GMT -5
TATE |
The ring has gotten dirty by now. Despite all of my efforts that I've made to make it as clean as possible - as shiny as it was the day I got it, it's been impossible. It's encrusted with small particles of dirt and dust. It's grown a home on my pinkie, a small indent on it whenever I take the ring off. And I don't want to take it off, despite how dirty it's starting to get. I've spent all this time outside and I haven't gone inside in ages and that's my way of dealing with defeat. Isolation. Being alone, realizing the situation at hand, realizing how much of a failure I am to her.
I told her that I would try to come home for her - for them, but here I am, pouring another beer down my throat with no knowledge of who I even am. After looking at the name on the tombstone, I'd like to believe that I am Daniel Tate. But, sometimes it's hard for me to realize that Daniel Tate isn't my real name. [ all i am is what i fear. ]
But, all I do is lay at this tombstone, me and it and I just lay my life away. It's not like I have anything to wait for, really, but it's hard to find a reason to get up from my spot and move. I've lost all muse to pursue in life [ is this even life? ], all my muse has gone towards forgetting. Everyone's always said that you'll never want to forget your childhood, your adolescence. I've always heard that remembering your youth was something that'd bring a smile to my face. All I do is scowl and take another swig of the mind poison, another beat added to the dance that causes me to sway left and right again, my mind becoming a lost wave.
Minos Vallanso was a man that I've never known, he was someone that I've never talked to as a person. I talked to him as a ragdoll, a toy. And it's hard to swallow down the fact that I've come down to after facing it twice. Maybe love isn't real. And I gasp whenever I think of it, because was it actually love?
Natalie Brandt was a soldier. A fighter, someone who I thought was the strongest of all people in the world and nobody could bring her down, but she sacrificed herself for me. Of all the people in the world that she could throw her life away to - she threw it away towards me. Why? Did I do something to deserve to live and fight on?
All soldiers fight to save those who don't deserve to lose their lives, but I have yet to figure out what I did to not deserve to lose mine.
Hypatia Anning was anything and everything that figured brilliance, and the world had crumbled from her written ideology and thoughts that could possibly change the entire universe's functioning one day. She was someone who could be the most powerful woman in the world someday and hold all of the textbooks and all of the preachings in her head. Hypatia Anning was a woman who lived too short for how brilliant she was.
Blanche Summit was....
beautiful. Stunning. Out of this world magnificent. She was the most beautiful woman I've ever met and the most charming person I've ever got to say I loved. The dirt encrusted ring that fits around my pinkie so well by this point was made for her. It was bought for her because I was so convinced that I could come home to her and to my child. I was enchanted by her and I was so absolutely fucking stunned that I was able to love someone like that. She was my lover, my savior. She is the mother of my children and the owner of my vows.
God, I miss her, but I guess that's normal;
it's hard to not miss someone who's a part of you right?
I don't know what I am. I've got an idea of it, but the idea that I have could be totally different from the ideas that they have. What am I? I'm a [ killer ], a [ lover ], a [ father ], an [ explorer], and I am broken. Another swig of the poison, another swig of the numbing medicine. Daniel Tate met eyes with Sue for that moment, and I knew that I was obliged to speak to him. I've always wanted to ever since the day I learned that my history had all been a lie of sorts. It's hard to not notice him with a beard like that, so I spoke.
"Well, I'm Daniel Tate. You must be Sue." My words seem obvious - even the most dull of people would laugh at how blunt and idiotic it sounded. "And I must be your brother," god, this slow build up seemed stupid. "What's the story?" Did that make sense?
I hoped so.
I told her that I would try to come home for her - for them, but here I am, pouring another beer down my throat with no knowledge of who I even am. After looking at the name on the tombstone, I'd like to believe that I am Daniel Tate. But, sometimes it's hard for me to realize that Daniel Tate isn't my real name. [ all i am is what i fear. ]
But, all I do is lay at this tombstone, me and it and I just lay my life away. It's not like I have anything to wait for, really, but it's hard to find a reason to get up from my spot and move. I've lost all muse to pursue in life [ is this even life? ], all my muse has gone towards forgetting. Everyone's always said that you'll never want to forget your childhood, your adolescence. I've always heard that remembering your youth was something that'd bring a smile to my face. All I do is scowl and take another swig of the mind poison, another beat added to the dance that causes me to sway left and right again, my mind becoming a lost wave.
Minos Vallanso was a man that I've never known, he was someone that I've never talked to as a person. I talked to him as a ragdoll, a toy. And it's hard to swallow down the fact that I've come down to after facing it twice. Maybe love isn't real. And I gasp whenever I think of it, because was it actually love?
Natalie Brandt was a soldier. A fighter, someone who I thought was the strongest of all people in the world and nobody could bring her down, but she sacrificed herself for me. Of all the people in the world that she could throw her life away to - she threw it away towards me. Why? Did I do something to deserve to live and fight on?
All soldiers fight to save those who don't deserve to lose their lives, but I have yet to figure out what I did to not deserve to lose mine.
Hypatia Anning was anything and everything that figured brilliance, and the world had crumbled from her written ideology and thoughts that could possibly change the entire universe's functioning one day. She was someone who could be the most powerful woman in the world someday and hold all of the textbooks and all of the preachings in her head. Hypatia Anning was a woman who lived too short for how brilliant she was.
Blanche Summit was....
beautiful. Stunning. Out of this world magnificent. She was the most beautiful woman I've ever met and the most charming person I've ever got to say I loved. The dirt encrusted ring that fits around my pinkie so well by this point was made for her. It was bought for her because I was so convinced that I could come home to her and to my child. I was enchanted by her and I was so absolutely fucking stunned that I was able to love someone like that. She was my lover, my savior. She is the mother of my children and the owner of my vows.
God, I miss her, but I guess that's normal;
it's hard to not miss someone who's a part of you right?
I don't know what I am. I've got an idea of it, but the idea that I have could be totally different from the ideas that they have. What am I? I'm a [ killer ], a [ lover ], a [ father ], an [ explorer], and I am broken. Another swig of the poison, another swig of the numbing medicine. Daniel Tate met eyes with Sue for that moment, and I knew that I was obliged to speak to him. I've always wanted to ever since the day I learned that my history had all been a lie of sorts. It's hard to not notice him with a beard like that, so I spoke.
"Well, I'm Daniel Tate. You must be Sue." My words seem obvious - even the most dull of people would laugh at how blunt and idiotic it sounded. "And I must be your brother," god, this slow build up seemed stupid. "What's the story?" Did that make sense?
I hoped so.
