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Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Love Is All: First Quarter

This is the first part of the draft I am going with. But, before you read, here is the video from the actual singer:


Well, I walk the river like it’s easier than land, the guitar and raspy voice of the singer captures me. My heart is pounding, it beats too fast—I run out of breath. When did life become this? When did I become the ball of emotions I am now? They say that once you fall in love your whole life changes.


Evil’s in my pocket and your will is in my hand; that raspy voice bellows out. The light of my phone lights up—“Great, it’s him,” I say to my friend as my attention is turned from the band.

“What?!” She yells across the table. The decibels are too loud for us to have a normal conversation; she walks up to me. “What did you say?”

“Look,” handing over my phone. The drums pound in my head along with the Irish car bomb I had gulped down an hour before.

“That son of a bitch,” she yells out and I can hear her crystal clear—the other concert goers stop and glare at us. Yet, I want to look at his message.

I had to work a double and I fell asleep. My bad, the message simply stated. “What kind of excuse is that, that douche,” my friend had yelled out again. Sloshed from the Guiness and Bailey’s, I agree. GO F—I begin, but something comes over me not to say that. Maybe it was that care I felt at that moment, but maybe I also didn’t want to regret anything that came out of my mouth from imbibing too much at this moment at this concert.

And I’ll throw it in the current that I stand upon so still. “I would ignore him,” the last thing I remembered or choose to remember coming from my friend almost before letting her pass out as I finish watching the concert. He stood me up, again. God damnit, how could I stood up again, my mind races and as I sing along I can’t help think of him in spite of my anger.

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. I say distance is hell and it’s in that torture that you learn how much a person truly means to you.

3 comments:

  1. I like it: I laughed when I read that you'd used the word "douche" in the piece! :D

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  2. Haha, yeah, it's offensive here. I still feel bad that we both called him that. :( She still thinks he is.

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  3. I don't think decibels themselves can be too loud, personally - I think too many decibels can make it too loud, but I don't know how to make that into artsy prose.

    They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. I say distance is hell and it’s in that torture that you learn how much a person truly means to you.
    My favourite boyfriend lives the farthest away. (I guess he's past?) But that's just me and him. A certain amount of distance makes personal contact more meaningful, methinks.

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