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06-14-2009, 03:46 PM
REVISED! LOOK AT NEXT MESSAGE
“Maybe it was those films that mom rented. The idea was not my own, but I embodied it down to my soul. Maybe it was always my idea, and the directors just figured it out, but I always had this feeling. The feeling that I was waiting for something, whatever that something was. I used to sleep till the late afternoon, hoping my something will come faster. The despair of being a star in the world of circles, trying so hard to soften my points, open my angles, be the other circle. Is it that I am not pretty enough? Not smart enough? Not talented enough? What am I waiting for? Did I miss it? What is the point of waiting anyway?”
I could read her mind from the time she poured the vodka, and opened the pill bottle. I could read her mind from when she separated the Vicodin from the Tylenols. A sip, one pill, two, three, four, five. I was silent. I watched her fall to the floor, shaking, shaking, shaking. I was silent.
What could I say? You’re making a mistake? Stop? Some I love you bull****? All I could do is be silent, and watch.
A tear came from my eye. Did I miss her? Sure. But I knew, she found what she was looking for.
“Maybe it was those films that mom rented. The idea was not my own, but I embodied it down to my soul. Maybe it was always my idea, and the directors just figured it out, but I always had this feeling. The feeling that I was waiting for something, whatever that something was. I used to sleep till the late afternoon, hoping my something will come faster. The despair of being a star in the world of circles, trying so hard to soften my points, open my angles, be the other circle. Is it that I am not pretty enough? Not smart enough? Not talented enough? What am I waiting for? Did I miss it? What is the point of waiting anyway?”
I could read her mind from the time she poured the vodka, and opened the pill bottle. I could read her mind from when she separated the Vicodin from the Tylenols. A sip, one pill, two, three, four, five. I was silent. I watched her fall to the floor, shaking, shaking, shaking. I was silent.
What could I say? You’re making a mistake? Stop? Some I love you bull****? All I could do is be silent, and watch.
A tear came from my eye. Did I miss her? Sure. But I knew, she found what she was looking for.