Even if life is quick, thinking it makes us move further and further away from ourselves. Every day was the same routine, wake up, go out, study, work, and then return to bed early so that your day is not more tiring than the other. It's a shame that many people find wrong more with your way of thinking. Being yourself is just a stupid phrase where others speak, but turned into something completely contrary. Want to look like, your way of being is very difficult nowadays. No one you usually accepts, you will be just another brick in the wall and try something different will be discarded and sent to work in plaster. It's a shame all this, especially when few think it is worth. Do not give up, do not take advice to the extreme, feel what is in your heart, act as think that's right. I do not care what anybody says about you. Maybe life had left him something more interesting in the end, something good and rare that coincidentally fall on his arms and make you forget what does not matter.
Blank. My whole mind is blank. It must be from hours spent in the office pretending to work when I really want to be doing something else, but what else? What else should I be doing? Something important, something meaningful, something more than just sitting on the couch watching one PBS show after another and pretending I will one day take that trip to England and tour every little town and village and learn the history of it all. For what purpose? Just to do it? Why can't I have a simple path? Know exactly what I want to do with my life and then just do it. Why is there doubt? Does this mean my fate isn't formed yet? Or is it in constant flux? I guess I don't have a blank mind after all...it is more like a bubbling pot of water right before the bubbles break the surface. It looks blank and calm, but any moment now the questions and queries will bubble up and break the calm and boil over until I rush to turn the heat off and go back to the flat even surface where I wasn't in danger of being burnt alive. Okay, maybe that was a bit dramatic, but I do have a burn on my pinkie.
He opened his eyes early that morning ready to go. Today would be his big day, the one that would make him special, the one that would get him the promotion he'd been waiting for. He jumped in the shower, got dressed, swallowed his breakfast then burst out the door and roared off to work way faster than usual. This was the day he would make their head swim, win the prize, shine high above his workmates, this was the day he was going to end up being truly somebody...The sun shone, He slide easily into an open parking spot thanking God for making it available. He rode the elevator to floor 74, its door opened. He stepped out smiling. He had the world by the tail and he knew it...and then the plane hit. And the world changed forever.
The King of everything trot's his way thru the neighborhood. Stopping to smell various corner of buildings and bushes. The king of everything trot's with his nose in the air...sticking so far up toward the scent of the road, he doesn't notice the sharp shards of clear glass on the side walk. The king walks over the glass unharmed and unfazed. The King of Everything flexes on his hunches ready to pounce on the peasants on their tethered straps of varying materials, lead as slaves are so cruelly lead. The King of Everything sees the bright green tennis ball in the middle of the basket ball court, the King makes his dash at full speed to snatch up the ball.
-Espera, ¿a dónde vas?
-Creo que es tiempo de irme, tu sigues pensando que todo esto es pasajero, sólo un juego y no te das cuenta que para mí lo es todo, mi vida, mis sueños, mis metas. No te das cuenta que contigo a mi lado puedo contra el mundo entero.
-No digas eso, sabes que no puedo ofrecerte lo que pides, sabes que soy tóxico para ti, ¿por qué, entonces, querrías darme tu vida si sabes que sólo te espera sufrimiento?
E intentó tomarme de las manos pero golpée las suyas y me levanté de la cama.
-Cada quien tiene derecho a elegir el veneno con el que desea morir, tu eres ese veneno para mi, yo quiero que tu seas lo que me mate, lo que me quite todo, quiero morir a tus manos.
-¿Sin importar nada? ¿Sin importar cuántas veces rompa tu corazón en el proceso?
-Nada me importa más que estar a tu lado, nada me importa más que tu amor...
-Que así sea... Te amo.