Of darkness and Light
Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction, not written for profit. I claim no connection with any member of Good Charlotte, their families or friends.The events hereby narrated are absolutely false and are not meant to reflect the person's private life. No harm, misrepresentation, libel, malice or copyright infringement is intended. At no time is this meant to be construed as reality.
The shadows are creeping upon me, I'm lying in the dark corner while you are bathed in light, the whiteness of your skin swimming in and out of focus.
I am here for you in this lifetime that we have been granted together.
I lie in the dark because I can’t bear to leave you in the blackness, because you belong with the sun and the brightness of a thousand lights.
In the fold of the curtains I make my bed, but I don’t sleep, I watch, my eyes trained to synchronize with your breath.
I know the warmth that lies beneath your skin; I know how the flesh glides over the muscles, how the blood rushes in rivers of crimson underneath.
I know how your life pulls through the shell of your body, shining in your eyes.
Shining.
Brilliant.
Bright.
I know because I was there.
I was there when the light started to seep through that warmth where it was just you and I. I watched the light shredding my universe, separating the walls of my heart, making me the antithesis of what you are.
Bright light in flashes of pain and we were no more.
Me.
Just me in the dark.
Long the night unfolded in front of me, just like now, where I can hear you breathing but I am not with you. Within you. Around you. In you.
Darkness to your light, the most common of contrasts, we embody what we are, but it’s written in reverse and people are too lazy to mirror the words and see what we really spell.
You shift, solid and fluid at the same time, your body exposed to the light and calling me out of this darkness. But I made my bed in the shadows and I can’t touch. I can’t touch you or you’ll disappear, swallowed by my void.
It was so cold without you and I knew then, that I would never to be warm again.
Lonely and betrayed I swam in a pain made of cries and a strong current of pressure that was pulling me and I was scared and we were no more and I was so dark.
I was so dark.
They stole me from the shadows and I hoped, because it was so bright, so refulgent with light and I knew you were there, you had to be there.
You sigh in your sleep, a little strangled sob and your body ripples with the omnipresent air and blissful dreams.
And even in the night you are illuminated.
Stripped naked in this pure simplicity of beauty.
I searched for you but they were too many and I felt you slipping away, pacified, soft into the light while I was screaming, alone, in the sharpness of your absence.
Your eyes open and I am discovered; you push at the edge of my darkness and it is too bright for me to hide.
And I am too tired to run.
And the light is so warm.
So warm.
I screamed and screamed for you, but I was a foreigner. Our language was forgotten in this world and my words had no meaning to you. I couldn’t grasp the sense either, every word erased, every word forgotten, every word but your name.
And I kept screaming.
You whisper: "Joel."
The air around your mouth shimmers and I can feel your breath even from where I stand.
Your voice is brittle and fragile with sleep.
"Joel."
You extend your arm, still lying on your side, your palm open like a promise that I know you will keep.
You will not let me go.
There were so many, so many like us, so many screams - but you were so quiet, resting, breathing softly, your arm outstretched, your hand open and I could see you across the dark, shining like a beacon, but I couldn’t reach you.
Broken.
Separated.
Disjointed.
But there is nothing between us now, nothing but my fear and the shadows I crawl to, but they can’t shield me tonight. Your voice speaks my name and I recognize all the words you are telling me in this silence.
"Joel?"
How many silences have I traveled across, trying to disappear within the vicissitudes of rapture and despair?
But your light pulls at me and I move forward. The shadows that has painted scars on my back all these years, retreats.
I try to resist but we defy the law of physics and the shining star is engulfing the black hole and when our skin touches, when I can breathe again, when I am finally warm again. I realize that we won’t be anti-matter on the other side.
We’ll made things out of this void.
~The End~
The shadows are creeping upon me, I'm lying in the dark corner while you are bathed in light, the whiteness of your skin swimming in and out of focus.
I am here for you in this lifetime that we have been granted together.
I lie in the dark because I can’t bear to leave you in the blackness, because you belong with the sun and the brightness of a thousand lights.
In the fold of the curtains I make my bed, but I don’t sleep, I watch, my eyes trained to synchronize with your breath.
I know the warmth that lies beneath your skin; I know how the flesh glides over the muscles, how the blood rushes in rivers of crimson underneath.
I know how your life pulls through the shell of your body, shining in your eyes.
Shining.
Brilliant.
Bright.
I know because I was there.
I was there when the light started to seep through that warmth where it was just you and I. I watched the light shredding my universe, separating the walls of my heart, making me the antithesis of what you are.
Bright light in flashes of pain and we were no more.
Me.
Just me in the dark.
Long the night unfolded in front of me, just like now, where I can hear you breathing but I am not with you. Within you. Around you. In you.
Darkness to your light, the most common of contrasts, we embody what we are, but it’s written in reverse and people are too lazy to mirror the words and see what we really spell.
You shift, solid and fluid at the same time, your body exposed to the light and calling me out of this darkness. But I made my bed in the shadows and I can’t touch. I can’t touch you or you’ll disappear, swallowed by my void.
It was so cold without you and I knew then, that I would never to be warm again.
Lonely and betrayed I swam in a pain made of cries and a strong current of pressure that was pulling me and I was scared and we were no more and I was so dark.
I was so dark.
They stole me from the shadows and I hoped, because it was so bright, so refulgent with light and I knew you were there, you had to be there.
You sigh in your sleep, a little strangled sob and your body ripples with the omnipresent air and blissful dreams.
And even in the night you are illuminated.
Stripped naked in this pure simplicity of beauty.
I searched for you but they were too many and I felt you slipping away, pacified, soft into the light while I was screaming, alone, in the sharpness of your absence.
Your eyes open and I am discovered; you push at the edge of my darkness and it is too bright for me to hide.
And I am too tired to run.
And the light is so warm.
So warm.
I screamed and screamed for you, but I was a foreigner. Our language was forgotten in this world and my words had no meaning to you. I couldn’t grasp the sense either, every word erased, every word forgotten, every word but your name.
And I kept screaming.
You whisper: "Joel."
The air around your mouth shimmers and I can feel your breath even from where I stand.
Your voice is brittle and fragile with sleep.
"Joel."
You extend your arm, still lying on your side, your palm open like a promise that I know you will keep.
You will not let me go.
There were so many, so many like us, so many screams - but you were so quiet, resting, breathing softly, your arm outstretched, your hand open and I could see you across the dark, shining like a beacon, but I couldn’t reach you.
Broken.
Separated.
Disjointed.
But there is nothing between us now, nothing but my fear and the shadows I crawl to, but they can’t shield me tonight. Your voice speaks my name and I recognize all the words you are telling me in this silence.
"Joel?"
How many silences have I traveled across, trying to disappear within the vicissitudes of rapture and despair?
But your light pulls at me and I move forward. The shadows that has painted scars on my back all these years, retreats.
I try to resist but we defy the law of physics and the shining star is engulfing the black hole and when our skin touches, when I can breathe again, when I am finally warm again. I realize that we won’t be anti-matter on the other side.
We’ll made things out of this void.
~The End~