streeeeeeeeeeeetching my literary muscle…
You know those moments in romantic movies where you swoon just a little and think “why doesn’t that ever happen to me?” it’s because it just … doesn’t happen like that.
For example….
It’s prom (or equally fancy schmancy dance), and the “destined” couple are dancing, and it’s beautiful. Her dress is beautiful, the music is beautiful…. everything is perfect. He starts to sing, as they slowly make their way around the floor, she blushes, embarassed.
See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side
I wait for you
She looks over the city scape out the large window. A glitter and glow. Sparkling like a million diamonds the sun set casting it’s last rays of glow over the dim mountains on the horizon.
My hands are tied
My body bruised, shes got me with
Nothing to win and
Nothing left to lose
The girl appears to be thinking about the moments to follow — the things she shouldn’t say that are welling within her. The perfectly scripted words trill from her lips in her sweet and endearing voice. Meek and lovable. She peers up through her lashes to her date.
And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away
“thank you.” she says tears welling in her eyes. The perfect end to the perfect date. she stands on her tip toes just a little to give him a kiss, building into a deeper more passionate one.
I cant live
With or without you
The song ends beautifully, the room drains slowly, as people know the night has ended. Our couple delays, waiting, trying to extend the evening. They stand by the large windows, spanning the ceiling to the floor. Holding each other closely, the evening ends, the sun has set, the room is empty but themselves and a few stragglers.
“I’ll Never Forget you.” he whispers huskily. Tears run down her face freely. Her dress is beautiful, the night is perfect.
and the day is done.
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I find it amazing that as a culture we are so obsessed with happy endings. I know that overall we wish things would work out better. we aim for it. But happiness comes with a price. The price of being happy is sadness. You wouldn’t know how great it is to be where you are, unless you’d been somewhere else that was worse.
it’s hard to imagine needing sadness. To need the downs. No one likes the sad endings when the come, but– it’s all part of a cycle. You get out of life what you put into it– but if that was to stand to reason– that nothing bad would ever happen to someone who only does good things. Right? The never ending quandry of “Why do bad things happen to good people?”
We aren’t good people. We aren’t bad people. We are people. our actions and behaviours– will be judged by a higher being at another time. I contend, by my prior statement– bad things happen to people. Doesn’t that make more sense? I’m sure that wouldn’t sate or comfort someone in their time of need– I would in fact further contend that things are not bad or good (death, money troubles, marriage, divorce, childbirth, etc) that these are just things. Events I would say. So Things happen to people. There’s your answer. Why do bad things happen to good people. Because THINGS happen to PEOPLE. Sometimes they are good or bad, and honestly, things cannot discriminate amid good and bad people. Things just happen the way they do.
Sometimes… things happen to people. And you can fight it, and you can hide in your basement and become a hermit– but things happen.
People will get mad, sad, angry, happy, glad, joyus, determined, and a world of other emotions. Time marches on. Time heals most wounds, and some it doesn’t. And people will, most usually if they are determined to, get over it. Time will erode memories, bodies, passion, all things physical. It will wash you clean.
Derringer Meryl [Feeling a bit… out there today] Out