Post by 'The Monster' Dredd on Jan 12, 2010 1:04:56 GMT -5
It’s Funny...
Life is full of funny...
It’s funny that I lay staring at ceiling thinking...
Thinking something is missing...
Thinking I need something more...
Thinking everything is about more than this...
That it’s about more than earning a living...
More than looking after a troublesome child...
More than trying to build relationships...
I can look at Angie... and I can look at Jeremy...
I love ‘em both.
Dearly.
But that something is missing...
I know.
My mind.
My body.
It tells me so.
From the knot in the pit of the stomach.
To the quickening heartbeat when I’m surrounded by silence.
To the lonely tear when stuck in the moment.
I know what is missing.
I know what I need.
But is my heart in it.
Do I really care?
Do I really want it?
Will my interest wane?
Like it always does...
Really?
Will I fight?
Will I bleed?
Will I win?
Who knows...?
[With a start... Cal Raynor sits bolt upright in his oversized bed. He exposes his bare middle, the age showing on his face, the years of war scarring his body. The lovely Angela Chang sleeps next to him undisturbed, her raven like hair partially covering her restful face. Cal reaches up and wipes the sweat from his brow, and shakes it from his hand.]
“Fuck it.”
Life is full of funny...
It’s funny that I lay staring at ceiling thinking...
Thinking something is missing...
Thinking I need something more...
Thinking everything is about more than this...
That it’s about more than earning a living...
More than looking after a troublesome child...
More than trying to build relationships...
I can look at Angie... and I can look at Jeremy...
I love ‘em both.
Dearly.
But that something is missing...
I know.
My mind.
My body.
It tells me so.
From the knot in the pit of the stomach.
To the quickening heartbeat when I’m surrounded by silence.
To the lonely tear when stuck in the moment.
I know what is missing.
I know what I need.
But is my heart in it.
Do I really care?
Do I really want it?
Will my interest wane?
Like it always does...
Really?
Will I fight?
Will I bleed?
Will I win?
Who knows...?
[With a start... Cal Raynor sits bolt upright in his oversized bed. He exposes his bare middle, the age showing on his face, the years of war scarring his body. The lovely Angela Chang sleeps next to him undisturbed, her raven like hair partially covering her restful face. Cal reaches up and wipes the sweat from his brow, and shakes it from his hand.]
“Fuck it.”
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