a story

[Hannibal]

It was amazing, how she sat there. Listening silently to his comments fall from his mouth. His ideas more absurd than ever, but suprisingly enough, they held enough truth to sting. Whatever little ounce of truth the held was overshadowed by the odd analogies he made, and the four letter words he used to express himself with.
She wondered why he would do this. No one had ever really been this way. At least no one so far into her life. He was still rattling off random absurdities and inconsistencies about life, and living, and death, and beliefs. But she couldn't pay attention to him any longer.
She gazed at his mouth, as it spoke, and the sound that crept out with every gasp of air. This was how it was always. No silence ever in her life. Time always meant sound and noise, and he was no different. He was noise, simply put. But this was truthfull noise she thought to herself as she released his thoughts yet again with a grain of salt.

So frustrated, but for what reason he had no idea. He just wanted to start, and once he started, it fed off of him. Using him as a diver uses a springboard, he spoke and kept speaking. Speaking on everything truthfull and nothing at all, all at the same time. He couldn't believe he was doing this. It felt so good, so right, but it was so deadly wrong.
He wouldn't be able to look her in the eyes again. Not this lifetime. He wouldn't be able to look himself in the mirrors for days. He'd avoid them at all costs for a while. He knew this was coming, but it felt so good right now. He had to feel, at least for this time.
He'd never be able to look himself in the eyes though. If only he could cross out his eyes.

She missed him, but not really. She wasn't sure if she ever liked him all that much. She supposes it's all okay and goes on listening to him without heed, but there's that bit of stinging truth that cuts through the air like a fish in the sea. But alas, it's once more overshadowed with the air of anger and absurdities as he spits out faulty logic.

He'll never forget.
She'll never forget.
They'll always know each other.
Together.
Apart.

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As miserable as life may be I hold it pretty precious...

If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I wil write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always, I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.
Word And Voice
Motocross Fanatics
General Philosophy

[SHATOUSHKA]

TRUTH...like everything else, is relative.

this is all i shall say on the matter.

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~~share some greased tea with me~~
General Philosophy
Discuss This...
The Acropolis

[Zeik Blaine]

I liked it!,....Three little words describes it up to the first sentence. I liked every aspect and how you described the situation in a very detailed manner. NICE!....Question though? Is this a little autobiographical?

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looking closer....

[SHATOUSHKA]

isn't everything?


oooops...wrong forum.

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~~share some greased tea with me~~
General Philosophy
Discuss This...
The Acropolis

[Hannibal]

I suppose so, but not in a real sense of the word. More of a scenario that transpired betwixt me and another whom I share many things with, and whom I'm close to. Together, as only those apart can be.

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As miserable as life may be I hold it pretty precious...

If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I wil write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always, I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.
Word And Voice
Motocross Fanatics
General Philosophy

[Toi]

Reads like BULLSHIT if you ask me.

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[Hannibal]

In essence, that's what life is Toi.
Just like you, you 1 post wonder

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As miserable as life may be I hold it pretty precious...

If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I wil write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always, I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.
Word And Voice
Motocross Fanatics
General Philosophy