rpeterson13
MY brain has melted into a mush of nothingness and this word seems especially difficult for me to write right now. Perhaps I've been doing too much art today. No...there's no such thing. What am I saying, silly me. Irreverent...hmm...irreverent.
Desks are interesting. You see, my desk is an art desk, and is currently sitting as an incline plane. This makes it a bit difficult, but then again, easier for me to do homework. My books are always sliding off of the surface when I'm trying to work on my Physics or Calculus. It's really quite bothersome, but I have become used to it.
I gently lifted the spoon to my mouth and let the food fall on to my tongue. After swallowing, I gave a look of disgust.
"Well?" He asked me from across the table with curiosity.
"It's...bland." I answered him, sticking out my tongue for effect.
"Oh? I hadn't thought so."
Just the idea of going with him seemed incredibly absurd. There was no possible way I could give up this life and leave everything I knew just to travel with some stranger; even though I felt like I knew him. The flood of emotions swept over me, and great feelings of confusion and joy submerged my brain in a swell of colors.
It was dusk, and the sunset was illuminating the sky with assorted colors of pink and orange. The forest was quiet, as all the creatures of it were settling down for the long night ahead of them.
"Get over here!" I beckoned my friend from across the room. "There's something you have to see!"
With haste, my friend stood up out of her chair and made her way over to my desk. I pointed to the screen and smiled. "It worked. It really worked." I said to her quietly.
I stood there, soaking wet due to the downpour of rain that came from above me. Nobody could see it, but tears were flowing down my cheeks and dropping onto the ground below me. Crying in the rain always worked better because nobody could see my true feelings.
My feeling for him were passionate; pure love and devotion. I couldn't bear to be away from him for much longer. A week was understandable, but I hadn't seen him in three whole years. After all this time, I was still in love with him. My heart ached and I longed for the way when we would see each other once again.
I turned my head to the side to look at my husband. He was sitting at his desk, dimly lit by a small goose neck lamp. He had his glasses on, even though he needed new ones. They were in poor condition, being held together with masking tape. I had stepped on them one too many times.
Every muscle in my body ached, and I lay on my back staring up at the smoggy sky. Gilliad had sacrificed everything. He sacrificed everything for me. I knew he loved me, but i didn't know if he had convinced himself. Everything he said and did made me come to that conclusion.
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