TM: Night
I suppose I'm supposed ta talk about what goes on in my head at night. All I know is that I prefer daytime. You can see things clearer in the day. People shootin' at ya, who your friends are, the truth... everything is easier to see in the light. The fact is that only a few good things have ever happened at night, at least to me. And I'd rather talk about the good things.
Willow Springs. Dancing in the middle of the street with the smartest, strongest, most perfect girl I know. Now, I know, I know. Ain't nobody perfect. But her flaws make her even more perfect, if that makes sense. She's stubborn, naive, and completely blind to how loved she is. Not just by me, but everyone around her. And I never loved nobody more than I loved her right there in the dead of night, dancin' to a song I didn't even know. Hearin' her laugh and seein' her actually havin fun for the first time in so long... it made her seem like an angel.
Then there's the kiss. I don't know whether that was a good or bad thing in the long run, but it was definitely the best night of my life. No matter how bad I felt after, it was by far the sweetest, most pure thing I've ever felt. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Of course, there are the bad things. Kissin' Emma at Ft. Reunion, convinced I was in love with her. I looked like a plain fool, and I don't know how she ever forgave me for it. Or when I tried to 'save' Sarah Downs from bein' beaten by her husband, only ta find out she was settin' me up ta frame me for his killin'. The nightmares of all the things my daddy did to my mama.
Maybe I don't have a problem with night, so much as I have issue with the dreams that come with it. The dreams... and nightmares.
Willow Springs. Dancing in the middle of the street with the smartest, strongest, most perfect girl I know. Now, I know, I know. Ain't nobody perfect. But her flaws make her even more perfect, if that makes sense. She's stubborn, naive, and completely blind to how loved she is. Not just by me, but everyone around her. And I never loved nobody more than I loved her right there in the dead of night, dancin' to a song I didn't even know. Hearin' her laugh and seein' her actually havin fun for the first time in so long... it made her seem like an angel.
Then there's the kiss. I don't know whether that was a good or bad thing in the long run, but it was definitely the best night of my life. No matter how bad I felt after, it was by far the sweetest, most pure thing I've ever felt. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Of course, there are the bad things. Kissin' Emma at Ft. Reunion, convinced I was in love with her. I looked like a plain fool, and I don't know how she ever forgave me for it. Or when I tried to 'save' Sarah Downs from bein' beaten by her husband, only ta find out she was settin' me up ta frame me for his killin'. The nightmares of all the things my daddy did to my mama.
Maybe I don't have a problem with night, so much as I have issue with the dreams that come with it. The dreams... and nightmares.