Thursday, September 01, 2005
Wall to Lean On
I pressed my head against a brick wall and realize how cold it was. It was hard and unfeeling, literally, made of stone. I had hoped to find warmth but found none. I wanted a soft embrace but I only had this wall to lean on, oblivious to my feelings or emotion.
A thought passed my mind on how it must feel to sit beside you; to bathe under the warmth of your smile and be under the mercy of your touch. And I wonder how great it must feel to have you sit beside me as I tell you everything about me and to finally happy and loved as we watch the sun set over the horizon. I would paint pictures made with autumn colors to signify how much things have changed since I've met you as autumn harkens the coming seasons, so do I in the changing times. For once, I would never have to look at people in a distant eye, never bitter, never sad, never cynical. I would learn to love again and to have a heart.
But that is nothing. It isn't real.
What sits beside me is nothing but this empty wall whose touch is as cold as my heart. The rain begins to fall and the thought of sunsets disappear. The raindrops get louder and your voice fades away. The only thing left of me is me alone under the rain, no one to lean on, just a wall who never talks or feels anything. At the moment, I am sheltered from the rain as the I watch the raindrops fall in front of me and yet I wonder, who will come and save me... I hope it's you... even if you don't know I exist...
Riding the Lightning
10:34 PM
