Post by andrew jay bisante on Jan 31, 2010 22:40:11 GMT -5
The night was cold and quiet, but a song was sung through the wind that left Andrew inspired. He tried to ignore the soft spoken words that whispered to him in the night, but it wouldn't leave his mind. Tired, he slowly got out of his soft, warm bed and walked over to his desk which stood a mess. He sat down on his chair, turned the silver lamp on, grabbed a sheet of paper, and a pen. He began to write down his thoughts and feelings about his past. It seemed to never leave his mind. And he didn't understand why. Maybe because he hasn't gotten over something? Or maybe he couldn't ever forget it.
Anyways, he wrote down a sentence. "I use to be your first resort." Immediately he cringed at what he was going to write about. A tough subject for the poor boy, but he had to write it. He would feel empty without finishing it. "I use to be your everything." If only he could have seen it then that he wasn't. He wasn't in love. Neither was she. But it's what he thought love felt like. It was only a lie. "Now I'm nothing to you." Oh how those words were true. No matter how long this girl spoke about how much she ment to him he still wouldn't believe it. It was a lie. All of it. Fake emotions. Fake smiles. At least it kept him busy for a while.
His blue eyes stared at the paper. He thought of nothing. His emotions were running through him and he couldn't keep control of them. The pen dropped onto the paper and he lifted his hands to his eyes, covering them as he wept. The past was tough for him. He didn't understand why it happened to him. But it did and it left him scarred. For life. He hated every inch of it. Every moment. But it still lingered in his mind no matter how many times he tried to forget it.
"Life isn't fair," he sighed. "I'm weak." Andrew got up and wiped the tears away. He turned off the light then got back into bed. He stared at the ceiling. Thinking of nothing. Life had no meaning to him. But he continued to search for it's meaning.
Anyways, he wrote down a sentence. "I use to be your first resort." Immediately he cringed at what he was going to write about. A tough subject for the poor boy, but he had to write it. He would feel empty without finishing it. "I use to be your everything." If only he could have seen it then that he wasn't. He wasn't in love. Neither was she. But it's what he thought love felt like. It was only a lie. "Now I'm nothing to you." Oh how those words were true. No matter how long this girl spoke about how much she ment to him he still wouldn't believe it. It was a lie. All of it. Fake emotions. Fake smiles. At least it kept him busy for a while.
His blue eyes stared at the paper. He thought of nothing. His emotions were running through him and he couldn't keep control of them. The pen dropped onto the paper and he lifted his hands to his eyes, covering them as he wept. The past was tough for him. He didn't understand why it happened to him. But it did and it left him scarred. For life. He hated every inch of it. Every moment. But it still lingered in his mind no matter how many times he tried to forget it.
"Life isn't fair," he sighed. "I'm weak." Andrew got up and wiped the tears away. He turned off the light then got back into bed. He stared at the ceiling. Thinking of nothing. Life had no meaning to him. But he continued to search for it's meaning.
