"Please let the rain wash the filth that covers me; please let the sun boil the skin that is no longer mine. Please take me back to where it all came - let me weed out my desires before it will have turned to pain."
In reference to my recent tweet – I will one day write a book about how the best of friends I’ve ever made were from the oddest of situations. These are fictional (or non-fic, you decide - ) accounts of what really happened.
1. The click and clatter of their home computer went on til about 3 in the morning. This wonderful new thing – the Internets – has gone from bringing new knowledge, to taking over the tangible social structure and turning it to Friendster, to stealing what little sleep I have, these nights.
Ana, labeled, multimedia student, it said, expensive-school-you-wanted-to-go-to-but-your-parents-couldn’t-afford-it, showed the logo.
2. His face lit up a certain way on early mornings like these; the musky scent of his skin and breath consumed me as I rolled over to see the clock on his side of the bed. 9:45am - they should be here by now.
I didn’t want to wake him up; I never really do – not when I’m able to keep him close enough this way so much so that I can fool myself into thinking that he was mine. The sheets tangled between his bony knees, my skin so presently pressed against his, and I swam in his calm, slumbering depths, and lie awake for a few more moments before
A ramble of morns
A run for the bathroom
A run for the main door
I followed down the stairs fixing over a shirt I found on the floor. The balls of my feet felt cold. The semi-familiar face I saw from the other end of the room brought warmth.
"If it isn’t too much to ask, I’d like to try again. I’ve always thought love in life breaks you before you actually bend. You know, it has the tendency to shatter you into pieces and force you into certain situations you never thought you’d find yourself in, then you kind of just learn and pick up your pieces and put them back together, and you kind of just…bend. You change, and you evolve, after all the grueling process of breaking - because life is tough, but it works out.
You get up and go and you let it break you, until you learn to not be broken anymore. All is difficult, but doable - and sometimes, on rainy days or slow afternoons, awkward meetings or good byes that don’t make sense, doable is enough to keep you afloat.