Pyro
Bluelighter
Slowly ever so slowly the sun sets behind the peak of the mountians.
There is a spark in the mind as a memory surfaces and he is taken away.
Away from where he stands and he awakens inside his past.
Such pain there he finds.
Such angst and loneliness.
The loneliness doesn't seem too unfamiliar, but why everything else?
Why had he flet this way and now to have to relive it?
Questions.
Emotions are poison for the mind.
Finally he shakes the memory and comes back to where he was.
The sun now set, the sky now dark and vast.
His head lowers into his hands, and his body lowers down to the grass below and there he sits.
Head in hand - wondering.
Wonderment.
"I have found that feeling," he says softly
"but now I KNOW it's real... it almost makes it all hurt even worse."
Wind blows a fog from the ocean.
There he sits, head in hand - wondering.
Wonderment.
He looks up after speaking to himself and realizes that he is alone
But loneliness isn't killing him...
He's killing himself.
All of these new lessons he's learned, he trys so hard to apply...
Still.
He sits still,
At least for tonight.
A picture of her face and short blonde hair, her body and how she used it, her voice and smell, her ideas and opinions, the way she spoke, the way she moved.
A memory, but with the memory came the realization of how he felt.
"Maybe not that, maybe that wasn't meant to be... but definatly something fucking close to that. Something real fucking close."
He closes his eyes as he writes this...
Tim
(Pyro, Hunter, Kenna, Miles, Whatever you wanna call me)
[This message has been edited by Pyro (edited 12 September 2000).]
There is a spark in the mind as a memory surfaces and he is taken away.
Away from where he stands and he awakens inside his past.
Such pain there he finds.
Such angst and loneliness.
The loneliness doesn't seem too unfamiliar, but why everything else?
Why had he flet this way and now to have to relive it?
Questions.
Emotions are poison for the mind.
Finally he shakes the memory and comes back to where he was.
The sun now set, the sky now dark and vast.
His head lowers into his hands, and his body lowers down to the grass below and there he sits.
Head in hand - wondering.
Wonderment.
"I have found that feeling," he says softly
"but now I KNOW it's real... it almost makes it all hurt even worse."
Wind blows a fog from the ocean.
There he sits, head in hand - wondering.
Wonderment.
He looks up after speaking to himself and realizes that he is alone
But loneliness isn't killing him...
He's killing himself.
All of these new lessons he's learned, he trys so hard to apply...
Still.
He sits still,
At least for tonight.
A picture of her face and short blonde hair, her body and how she used it, her voice and smell, her ideas and opinions, the way she spoke, the way she moved.
A memory, but with the memory came the realization of how he felt.
"Maybe not that, maybe that wasn't meant to be... but definatly something fucking close to that. Something real fucking close."
He closes his eyes as he writes this...
Tim
(Pyro, Hunter, Kenna, Miles, Whatever you wanna call me)
[This message has been edited by Pyro (edited 12 September 2000).]
