Psofimboxe

[Paco]

?

 

With weary eyes, I looked to the sorrowful Sky. It had a grim face on, and frowned a deep frown. It pour tears the size of eye lashes, but they struck like boulders. As the Sky pleased, it would let out a scream of bloody murder, or the roar of Gigantes himself. I dropped to my knees, and threw myself towards the Heavens. There, with a pathetic plea, I begged for God's mercy.

 

I fell hard, hugging the air, gathering a slop of dirt, rain, and tears upon my Sunday jacket and slacks. For those, I did not care. I care not for a thing. Apatheticism set in, I lost something more valuable than all that is metaphysical on Mother Earth. None can be found, undignified, such a man who is indeed I. What are we, us humans, but plastic bags in the streets of Life, being carried by the winds of fate?

 

Intermission

 

Listen to it

Song with no sound

Dancing around your mind

Xcept it's not moving

Making complex steps

Even you dont see it

Sacrifice your thoughts

Catch them in a net

As they are brought

Laughing at the jokes

Invisible to your ears

Never will you know

Everything you hear

Standing at the stone

As desolate as can be

Remove yourself from reality

Over the talking Tree

Observe what you cant

Make life out of dirt

 

??

 

"The year did not matter, the place did not matter, but the fact that we crossed paths is all that matters. We were both mysterious to each other, and never once did that hold us back from our thriving relationship. Maturity set in on us together, and we helped each other grow, teaching each other about the things around us. As time slowly ticked during the days we stay entangled in each others company, you began to give me euphoria. Folks used to tell me "It's everything you have, it's your one an only." But, they were wrong. We were more than property of each other, for we did not seperatly exist. We were one entity, one being, one mind."

 

I dropped the note on the grave. Standing there, I wept slowly, and murmured bits of things we used to tell each other. It was a child-like murmur, one a crying toddler would give to his mother.

 

I spoke, but there was no reply. That did not stop me. To have amassed such a feeling, such an attatchment to you, there could be nothing that could keep from you. But, alas, our door has closed. I placed the handpicked patch of daisies down, all of which were dead.

 

A tear sank into the ground, and I left.

 

 

The intermission foreshadows an event later on in the story, so it might not make sense. I'll try and get pt. 3 up soon, along with another intermission. Also, "??" is incomplete.

 

Crits and whatnot.