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A Gentleman's Ramblings
Abandon hope, all ye who enter this God-forsaken place, for within the confines of this journal, you shall find the hopes, the dreams, the pain, and the incessant garble of a particularly odd individual.
You have been warned.
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They say that life is a lot like watching a parade. In my case, I'm watching it from behind a window.
This parade is not like most. Parades are fantastic celebrations of life and happiness, and this one is no different; however, there is a key difference. Where one person is indistinguishable from another in most parades, I can see each person, laughing, talking, enjoying themselves.
As I watch these people march forward, I try to get their attention. I know of these people. I could call them friends, even. Perhaps when they see me, maybe...just maybe...they would let me join them on their mirthful march! Oh, what a joyful thought! To be able to march with my friends, talking and laughing just as they do!
I tap on the glass of the window and smile at them. "Hello!" I shout. "Hello!"
But not one person looks over. They are too busy focusing on their destination and the company of each other.
Confused, I tap louder. "Hello!?" I call again. "Can you hear me!?"
Still no reply. They are almost gone now, and I have very little time left before they are gone forever.
Frantic, I begin to pound the glass, but it does not budge. My calls become louder and louder, until eventually, I am screaming at them with all the air residing in my lungs, stopping only when there is no longer any air to breathe, and my throat has been marred, my voice diluted to a mere whisper. My hands become bloody and broken from the pounding, and the glass barrier before me is smeared crimson with my blood. Bones jut from my skin, and as tears run from my eyes, I slide hopelessly down the window as the people I so long to be with disappear forever.
When I awake from the black abyss that has overtaken my mind, I stand up and look around. There is nothing on the other side of the window. A blank nothingness. White space. The subtle ringing in my ears is the only sound I hear, and the bitter taste of defeat is all I find in my mouth.
I peer through the glass now, and as I lean farther forward, the tears present in my eyes, I see now what a fool I had been. To think I could ever be with them as they continue their joyful crusade, taking in new friends as they go. All were accepted. All but me.
There must be something wrong. I must be not smart enough. Too ugly. I must have interests too different from theirs. But which is it? Is it all of them? Is it none?!
With a soft, scratched cry, I slam my head into the window, and it shatters. After the endless pounding of fists against it had left it weak, and it only needed a final blow. The glass pierces my face and neck, and I stumble forward, falling into the void. My body is useless, and my mind is just as weak. I flip and tumble, lost forever in a blinding white, with only the ringing of my ears to keep me company...
They say that life is a lot like watching a parade. In my case, I'm watching it from behind a window.
Sir Zeta II · Tue May 22, 2012 @ 01:22pm · 0 Comments |
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