I watched the sun set. I've always loved sunsets.
I'm thiking about this one particular evening. The sun setting behind Chaple Hill Mall, as my mother walked me into the overhanging arches and into the depths of that beast. I'm remembering being in the mall's pet store. The dogs were yelping and barking out for salvation. The rats flushed around their cages, just olympic athletes confined to the point of silly characterizations of themselves. A snake made for vast tracks of everywhere was, at the pet store, much like a New York subway train running round and round dowtown Cuyahoga Falls. I remember crying out to my mother, upset that we could not save them all. I rememeber dragging at her heals, hanging from her coat. The tears in my eyes and warm on my face as my mother cuddles me close, whispering assurance and safety. We played out this big act, this mother/child drama. I never cried about the kittens though.
The truth is this;
I didn't really feel a thing for the animals. I didn't really bleed inside at all. I just thought crying out for their salvation was what I was supposed to be doing. Like cleaning the injection needles, mending the socks...staring with vivid anticipation and hopefull suspense at the sunrise.
Sometimes I forget what it is I like about things, when I'm trying so hard to get others to like me that I will agree to anything.
I don't know if I like anything outside of someone else's ejoyment of it.
Well...the truth is this;
I watched the sunset. I've always loved the sunset.
So I have that for me. I have that about me.
Adam? I know him.
He likes sunsets.
I'm thiking about this one particular evening. The sun setting behind Chaple Hill Mall, as my mother walked me into the overhanging arches and into the depths of that beast. I'm remembering being in the mall's pet store. The dogs were yelping and barking out for salvation. The rats flushed around their cages, just olympic athletes confined to the point of silly characterizations of themselves. A snake made for vast tracks of everywhere was, at the pet store, much like a New York subway train running round and round dowtown Cuyahoga Falls. I remember crying out to my mother, upset that we could not save them all. I rememeber dragging at her heals, hanging from her coat. The tears in my eyes and warm on my face as my mother cuddles me close, whispering assurance and safety. We played out this big act, this mother/child drama. I never cried about the kittens though.
The truth is this;
I didn't really feel a thing for the animals. I didn't really bleed inside at all. I just thought crying out for their salvation was what I was supposed to be doing. Like cleaning the injection needles, mending the socks...staring with vivid anticipation and hopefull suspense at the sunrise.
Sometimes I forget what it is I like about things, when I'm trying so hard to get others to like me that I will agree to anything.
I don't know if I like anything outside of someone else's ejoyment of it.
Well...the truth is this;
I watched the sunset. I've always loved the sunset.
So I have that for me. I have that about me.
Adam? I know him.
He likes sunsets.