You see, the thing is...
I've done what I came to do. Now it's time to move on to other things.
I have a safe deposit box where everything that's ever meant anything to me is kept... the last two years will go into it, both these journals.
And where I go I'll think of you. I'll stop in just to see you smile. I'll picture your lives as they go on... Dean as he stands in the mirror, admiring his physique, smiling a pensive smile. Catherine holds her latte in the living room, waiting impatiently for him to stop 'joojing'. They're going out to do it up right. They're going out to dance and sweat and find non-reminders of everything life holds in store for them both.
Anaiis, sitting at a small table, flips her pen in hand. She's thinking of something her father once told her as she madly scribbles her notes in the margins of tattered notebooks.
Chel embarking on a new life, pulling her hair in both fists as the tears stream down her angel cheeks, long mascara lines left behind, until she hugs herself and remembers it's all going to be all-right. She lights a cigarette, tosses the lighter to the table, and hugs herself as she whispers the words. It's all going to be all-right.
Across the globe, Robyn sits next to her husband. They quietly share smiles back and forth across their small apartment. It's almost a secret language for them, how close they are and have become since the day they said their vows. Now they play computer games and she watches his hips swivel as he turns from the sink to the place where the dishes are slowly dripping from the rack. She's happy and that's all that matters.
Kristin types half-heartedly at the keys of her keyboard, noticing her reflection in the mirror across the room. She's sitting next to a half-empty cup of cocoa and an hour-old bowl of ramen. The noodles have started to harden again, and even though she feels she should clean it up, she just can't bring herself to move. The books that sit next to her black binder weigh her down with the inevitable. Secretly she's wishing she could take a break.
And Recca sits in heaven... looking down at me from a cloud. She's still too cool to strum a harp, but she's carrying a guitar on her lap and she's plucking out something that one fortunate soul down below will inevitably hear. She chuckles because she knows how great that girl'll become... like she could have been one day. It's just too bad the drugs will ultimately destroy her. Ahh, she shrugs and keeps-on-playin'-on. It's just the way life goes.
Jonathan is riding on his bike on an old country road. The dust has faded his blue-jeans, but he's feeling good about it. He's remembering a day that's long since passed. The bike hiccups but easily recovers. The sun beats down on his already reddened face. He's waited so long for spring... and it looks like it's finally arrived.
Shakespeare is blowing in the wind, the pages flipping manically back and forth between love and war. Michael is trying to figure out how to turn this into the next big off-Broadway success and he's not far from accomplishing it, either. The smell of Tennessee bourbon is still stale in the air from a night ago... a night he hardly remembers. It's always better not to remember the nights.
Samantha is sitting in the bathroom. She's run herself a bath and even though the steam rises up in tempting waves of soothing heat, there's something in that room that seems far more inviting. She closes her eyes and pictures my face, she knows what I'd say if I were beside her... and maybe, she thinks, I am. She drops herself into the water, slowly sliding in, letting her arms fall to the cold Formica. The heat and the cold are enough of a reminder of what it is to be alive.
I'll think of you all... all of those I know, all of you I've watched from a distance. I'll think of your lives, your hearts, your passion and drive. I'll create happy moments in my mind for each of you and keep them locked away, forever. Think of me when times are dark. I'll be there.
See you in the world.
Jen
I have a safe deposit box where everything that's ever meant anything to me is kept... the last two years will go into it, both these journals.
And where I go I'll think of you. I'll stop in just to see you smile. I'll picture your lives as they go on... Dean as he stands in the mirror, admiring his physique, smiling a pensive smile. Catherine holds her latte in the living room, waiting impatiently for him to stop 'joojing'. They're going out to do it up right. They're going out to dance and sweat and find non-reminders of everything life holds in store for them both.
Anaiis, sitting at a small table, flips her pen in hand. She's thinking of something her father once told her as she madly scribbles her notes in the margins of tattered notebooks.
Chel embarking on a new life, pulling her hair in both fists as the tears stream down her angel cheeks, long mascara lines left behind, until she hugs herself and remembers it's all going to be all-right. She lights a cigarette, tosses the lighter to the table, and hugs herself as she whispers the words. It's all going to be all-right.
Across the globe, Robyn sits next to her husband. They quietly share smiles back and forth across their small apartment. It's almost a secret language for them, how close they are and have become since the day they said their vows. Now they play computer games and she watches his hips swivel as he turns from the sink to the place where the dishes are slowly dripping from the rack. She's happy and that's all that matters.
Kristin types half-heartedly at the keys of her keyboard, noticing her reflection in the mirror across the room. She's sitting next to a half-empty cup of cocoa and an hour-old bowl of ramen. The noodles have started to harden again, and even though she feels she should clean it up, she just can't bring herself to move. The books that sit next to her black binder weigh her down with the inevitable. Secretly she's wishing she could take a break.
And Recca sits in heaven... looking down at me from a cloud. She's still too cool to strum a harp, but she's carrying a guitar on her lap and she's plucking out something that one fortunate soul down below will inevitably hear. She chuckles because she knows how great that girl'll become... like she could have been one day. It's just too bad the drugs will ultimately destroy her. Ahh, she shrugs and keeps-on-playin'-on. It's just the way life goes.
Jonathan is riding on his bike on an old country road. The dust has faded his blue-jeans, but he's feeling good about it. He's remembering a day that's long since passed. The bike hiccups but easily recovers. The sun beats down on his already reddened face. He's waited so long for spring... and it looks like it's finally arrived.
Shakespeare is blowing in the wind, the pages flipping manically back and forth between love and war. Michael is trying to figure out how to turn this into the next big off-Broadway success and he's not far from accomplishing it, either. The smell of Tennessee bourbon is still stale in the air from a night ago... a night he hardly remembers. It's always better not to remember the nights.
Samantha is sitting in the bathroom. She's run herself a bath and even though the steam rises up in tempting waves of soothing heat, there's something in that room that seems far more inviting. She closes her eyes and pictures my face, she knows what I'd say if I were beside her... and maybe, she thinks, I am. She drops herself into the water, slowly sliding in, letting her arms fall to the cold Formica. The heat and the cold are enough of a reminder of what it is to be alive.
I'll think of you all... all of those I know, all of you I've watched from a distance. I'll think of your lives, your hearts, your passion and drive. I'll create happy moments in my mind for each of you and keep them locked away, forever. Think of me when times are dark. I'll be there.
See you in the world.
Jen