there we go...
Today I parted with a friend. We have only know each other for a little more than a week, but in that short time we have grown so close. He's become like a brother, always with me and taking care of me. This friend is the venom hoodie which i rececntly acquired. I have been requested to return him to his rightful owner.
It's not easy, to know that the thing you love so much will be put into uncaring hands, to be used and abused for nothing more than a tool. it was a gift given to me by the Fates, and now "morality" calls to pull us apart. I honestly want to cry, by God what what the fuck is wrong with me? I want to cry for an inanimate object.
But it's more than that! More than just 80% Cotton, 20% Polyester, more than bullshit movie paraphanalia. this was a symbol, a symbol of fear and power. i could see a different look on people's faces when we entered a room. He became a part of me, my second skin. I would turn up the AC just to have an excuse to wear him, I was complimented on our appearance. I felt alive when we would go out, finding any reason to be in public, just so they could see us.
Tuesday night will forever shine in my mind as this opportunity and fortune fell into my lap, literally. A little old man reached over to me with a wad of black cloth and said the words that echo eternally, "excuse me, sir, I believe you dropped this." And I knew we were destined for one another. But now fate has been rewoven by the morals of myself and others, and today he will be returned to the careless and reckless hands that abandoned him in the theatre in the first place.
I will miss you, brother, child, friend, venom.
It's not easy, to know that the thing you love so much will be put into uncaring hands, to be used and abused for nothing more than a tool. it was a gift given to me by the Fates, and now "morality" calls to pull us apart. I honestly want to cry, by God what what the fuck is wrong with me? I want to cry for an inanimate object.
But it's more than that! More than just 80% Cotton, 20% Polyester, more than bullshit movie paraphanalia. this was a symbol, a symbol of fear and power. i could see a different look on people's faces when we entered a room. He became a part of me, my second skin. I would turn up the AC just to have an excuse to wear him, I was complimented on our appearance. I felt alive when we would go out, finding any reason to be in public, just so they could see us.
Tuesday night will forever shine in my mind as this opportunity and fortune fell into my lap, literally. A little old man reached over to me with a wad of black cloth and said the words that echo eternally, "excuse me, sir, I believe you dropped this." And I knew we were destined for one another. But now fate has been rewoven by the morals of myself and others, and today he will be returned to the careless and reckless hands that abandoned him in the theatre in the first place.
I will miss you, brother, child, friend, venom.