Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Page 22-23
“…And the best part was when I replaced all the v’s with w’s so lovely sounded like ‘laoly’ and… hey! Are you even listening to me?!”.
Omer jerked back to reality and turned to face Mike. Unbeknownst to him, he still had a smile on his face, his right arm raised limply, waving meagerly, both of which Michael pointed out.
“Hmmm… dazed look… weird smile… looks like you’ve got it baadd..”
“Hmm.. Wha? Sorry… got what?”
“Hahaha! You’re in love, fool!”
“Bloody nonsense. Why don’t you stop your bakwaas, Mike?”
“Aley chiknayy! C’mon, lets go. The afterparty awaits. Your other friends I’ve already invited. Come on na yaar!”.
Michael nudged and pulled Omer, and a couple of quick, calculated steps kept him from falling. As he made his way towards the other hall, he could see the car Alyzeh got into pulling out from the parking lot. He could see a familiar figure in the back seat. So it wasn’t a dream after all. Omer shifts his gaze to the ground, hiding his over-pouring glee as he watches the occasional dark grass recurring and his feet progressing. He can’t help but smile. As the doors to the hall open, the people inside start cheering wildly. Omer joins in the vigorous clapping and hooting, realizing he was with the star of the show as he steps into the crowd in reverse. The mortal applause drowned out that of the stars and the heavens. Little did Omer know that he was the star of their OWN show…
My Aborted Happiness,
My Captivated Agony.
So Deep is my Wound, So Heartless are my Intentions.
How ruthless is your Cause?
How damned is my Fate?
I worry for my faith, For it seems to be Fading.
You cut me real deep. I’m wounded.
You turned your back on Me. I’m neglected.
You raped my soul. I’m vulnerable.
An idle mind is the Devil’s workshop, they say.
I’m deprived of innocence.
You looked at me with Eyes so Penetrating, I’m dying inside.
You made me think I was Special.
I’m paranoid.
You made me think I would be Treasured. I’m bleeding inside.
Fucked up ninth grader, huh?
