Friday, February 10, 2012

Act X: Such Pretty Liars

have you ever seen the sun kiss the stars good morning?
the sand sleeping on the shore glistened like cloaked diamonds.
it was my eyes that held such heavenly glory.
i was crying.
i didn't know why.
i didn't even know exactly where i was,
but i knew i had to leave.
there was a tugging on my arm which led me into a very small town.
this town was alive, but there were no crowds.
no hustle, but there was a steady, murmuring heartbeat.
my eyes were out of focus.
my feet led my body, no destination.
however, they stopped at a train station.
train 814, departing at 11:09 p.m.
it was haunting, how there was no one at the station,
but there was one man, standing there.
he was wearing sweats, and a flannel.
he was also wearing moccasins.
honestly, you would've never looked twice at him in a crowd.
his hair was long, reddish brown.
his beard was untidy, bags wearing heavy under his brow.
i do not know this man.
his face grants no recognition in my memory.


so there we were.
waiting for 814.
it arrived and i do not remember boarding 814.
i was near the front while he was sitting across the walkway.
staring at the window.
he finally spoke.
"it's funny how this world has come to such a stagnant existence.
we search for love, but know not what it is.
we long for truth, but know not what it sounds like.
we want happiness, but know not it's meaning.
we need hope, but know not the price it demands
."
then he came to me.
his eyes searching for a hint of life.
he grabbed my hands, and whispered,
"speak the truth, love with all of your heart.
show hope to all those who are lost, and sick, and longing.
no matter how the world may strike you down,
you must always love.
this world, this life is overcome with despair and illness
."
the train came to a halt.
he squeezed my hands once, very lightly.
his lips grazed my cheek delicately.
as he walked away, he began to hum.
the melody grew as he paced down the corridor of 814.
"such pretty, insignificant, little liars, are we not?"

i knew at once who he was.
he was myself.
then the clouds gathering in the sky above.
they wept.
tears, or rain, or whatever i needed at that moment.
i'm still not sure.

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