About Me

"There is a greater darkness than the one we fight. It is the darkness of the soul that has lost its way. The war we fight is not against powers and principalities, it is against chaos and despair. Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope, the death of dreams. Against this peril we can never surrender. The future is all around us, waiting in moments of transition, to be born in moments of revelation. No one knows the shape of that future, or where it will take us. We know only that it is always born in pain." -Babylon 5

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Lovelorn

Lovelorn

An overcast sky hung over a small suburban main street, casting a gray aura on the bustling sidewalk and road. Pedestrians hurried along the pavement, some with small children following them, others with bags of shopping dangling from their flustered arms. Cars passed by the pavement, their wheels rolling over a steaming tarmac of the road. A summer storm was inevitable, almost as if teasing the thirsty village. Clouds seemed to tumble over each other, a jumble of darkness threatening the earth, almost as if trying to oppress the usual happiness of summer. A tension filled the town, as the storm tried to snap out of its slumber.
I shuffled down the street uncomfortably, the heat enveloping me in a bubble of exhaustion. My bones stuck together in the humidity, almost as If glued to my sides. I fondly passed by all the store signs that I had long since memorized. The wooden boards read things like: George’s hardware store, and Blue Sun cosmetics. The bakery had its menu for the day scrawled onto an easel chalkboard, and I attempted to picture a Great Wall of Chocolate.
Turning the corner on the edge of the street, I got a glimpse of green. Frozen, I could hear my heart begin to thump like the dinner bell in a jail. I knew I could not be mistaken, their standing in the center of the sidewalk serenely, was radiance herself. She was gazing at a bird flying around up in the overcast sky, her amber eyes perusing the bird swooping and diving. Her perfectly tan skin contrasted the dullness of the day, causing my palms to become clammy uncontrollably. She truly was a unicorn among the mundane horses that were other girls.
I continued my slow and steady gait down the pavement, daring not to breathe so close to her. I wished that she would at least wave to me, but her mind was on other things. Every time I saw her, my body seemed to go into temporary shock. I wanted to say hi or at least wave to her, but my throat was dried up and my arm stayed stubbornly to my side.
Passing her by without a word, I inwardly seethed at my shyness. Trapped into being her distant admirer, I wondered if I could ever bring up the nerve to greet her. Knowing that this would never be, I accepted my caged circumstances. Disappointment boiled up within me, as the heat engulfed me…