Apr 28, 2007 23:34
I lay here, unthinking and unwilling.
It occurs to me that I could tell my parents about the pills and liking girls and escape it all.
And then comes another voice, first small and unobserved, and then loud and crowd forming.
It says simply and repeatedly, 'Come clean, tell them before it's too late.'
It does not elaborate, giving examples or scenarios for the people.
It just continues telling it's story in very simple words, knowing that everyone can relate.
And just as the crowd formed, the first ones disperse, replaces by others wishing to hear the message.
So just as I was a part of the crowd being told the message, I too eventually left.
Now all that remains for you to know of my branch of the story is did I heed those words?
We shall see.
story,
meds,
colours