Part II
In case you haven’t figured this out yet, the Italic writing is what is being SAID and everything else is being thought. kay? Great…yeah, I know your kind of sick of this already, but I seriously have nothing better to do over vacation, while everyone else is out with there family/friends…I get to spend the holidays alone…yay! (sarcasm!) oh yeah, and DONT read this if you havent read Part I!!! grr..
I’M LISTENING PART II//
Do you hear me?
I nod, it seems as if I’ve been here for ages, answering his questions
What day is it?
he knows, yet he still goes, ‘bout to asking me
today was a long day, yesterday was a long day, these are long days
What are you thinking, thinking what…do you think?
this reminds me of a poem I once read, TS Eliot…yes, a lovely poem…
this is my life less ordinary, my life a bit clear now…you were right…
Describe to me in detail what had happened
I cant remember
Yes you can…
he might be right…for the most part…he is..
It was late…dark…I guess, kind of….
Details please…
oh shut up…
the winds coming in strong today, heavy and thick, the suns gone and the moons dead
the people on the streets whisper, loud enough to hear, thoughts of a time, we remembered
long long ago….
Like I said it was late…it makes it hard to remember…
Tell me what you do remember.
what do I tell him, help me out here, this is when you were useful, when you were never there.
People…crowds and crowds of people…mumbling things…people…lots..
I look down at my hands…
What happened?
these flash backs are bad for me…are they not? I feel kind of random right now…the session ends, I’m alone again…why am I always alone…what were they saying…
Can you hear me Kayla?
the bell has gone off, the classes are empty, the silence is suffocating…your bending down….looking down…
Where am I? I said, turning my head, this way, that…ignoring your presence, you beauty…
you were beautiful…sad…but beautiful
the halls were also empty…the strange aroma of death filled the air…why in gods name, why was I lying on the ground, with the utmost gorgeous person, above me, looking down on me…they were all looking down on me…What happened?
I’M LISTENING PART II//
Do you hear me?
I nod, it seems as if I’ve been here for ages, answering his questions
What day is it?
he knows, yet he still goes, ‘bout to asking me
today was a long day, yesterday was a long day, these are long days
What are you thinking, thinking what…do you think?
this reminds me of a poem I once read, TS Eliot…yes, a lovely poem…
this is my life less ordinary, my life a bit clear now…you were right…
Describe to me in detail what had happened
I cant remember
Yes you can…
he might be right…for the most part…he is..
It was late…dark…I guess, kind of….
Details please…
oh shut up…
the winds coming in strong today, heavy and thick, the suns gone and the moons dead
the people on the streets whisper, loud enough to hear, thoughts of a time, we remembered
long long ago….
Like I said it was late…it makes it hard to remember…
Tell me what you do remember.
what do I tell him, help me out here, this is when you were useful, when you were never there.
People…crowds and crowds of people…mumbling things…people…lots..
I look down at my hands…
What happened?
these flash backs are bad for me…are they not? I feel kind of random right now…the session ends, I’m alone again…why am I always alone…what were they saying…
Can you hear me Kayla?
the bell has gone off, the classes are empty, the silence is suffocating…your bending down….looking down…
Where am I? I said, turning my head, this way, that…ignoring your presence, you beauty…
you were beautiful…sad…but beautiful
the halls were also empty…the strange aroma of death filled the air…why in gods name, why was I lying on the ground, with the utmost gorgeous person, above me, looking down on me…they were all looking down on me…What happened?