what is this? this ambsion? this hunger and thirst. the killing drive that runs me into the abis. just like the rest of the world i ignore the callsing of the heart and of the lord. but like the rest of the us. i jumped far befor should have leeped. and down hte clif's face i fell thousands of feet and manny seconds of time i just wated and watched the world come closr to me. within the instant befor my body closded with hte earth time seamed to stop. with onlythe images of my love raceing through my mind and the joys she brought me i smiled and watched content in the manny minnets befor my demise. living it all over and over again. feeling her lips foir the first time and holding her body close to his in hte lawn swing. watching the nights of clouds and stars. running in hte rain and makeing their angles in the snow. still his faret time were on hte beaches. watching their children play in the waves and the sun beging to set. with the onslought of the commeing night and its chilling winds. looking to the waters they would wrap their arms about echother and wonder about the sands remanision about theri firs few days and the firt year where they lived in absence form echother. still holding on to their love and honering echother as best they knew how. but all to soon the dreames end and my body crashes aganst the ground. sending my cells to and frow on the ground and mighty winds. and just like her in his mind he vanishes from existance as hte bugs and beasts come to clean up the mess. leaving only the stain of his blood on hte ground that the windsand rock cover up perfectly the last few remins of his beeing. back in his home the dust continues ot settle leaving the blanket of dust over all his belongings and his answering mashine is filled to the brim with messages. some from his loved ones, sons daughters and mother and father. each filled to the brim with hope and dreames. life that he will never be able to see or live, experance the tears and joy of. but no for he is gone and they know little or nothing of his demise. but one message is spechal. one hold the only inch of might that he wanted to hear. the one thing thewanted to know but gave up for hearing. the docters had called him to inform him about his wife. the one persion that he loved and needed to survive in thie world.
"helo?... Mr.Fuhriman? this is Dr. beals. i know i tolledyou that i was going to call every day but i got cought up in something about yor wife. even with her injuries she seames to be pulling through.hear hart rate is up and her puls is stronger. heh... i gess that all of you prayers are working."
with more of the message behing the fog of the dust the camera pans about his house as the only pictures not coated in dust are of her. the images of her face and smile seame to be washed out bytears and his bible folded and well used. was sitting open to psalms 23. with water marks filling the ink across the pages.
after a few months his wife came home and she looked about the house smiling softly she glanced about the house feling the small nick naks and patty wacks of her life of old. till she sees the bible lieing open. reading the passage and seeing the tear drops she calls the rest of her family trying to find him. soon the cops show up and they find her lieing in her bed. with no signs of aperant death or injury. but as they try to wake her she dosent respond.
but in her mind she is happy as she is able to see him again and feel his arms about her once more. in this moment in perfect happieness.
and once again the answering mashine hold the lifes of loved ones and the promise of new life in the family. but they will know nothing of their joys to come for he gave up on her. and all she wanted was to be with him, and to be filled with joy. but what of thier young chilldren for now they have parents that left them. and ran away but they think it is because of them. and not of what they thought they lost.
 morti_cacciatore · Tue Feb 13, 2007 @ 06:38pm · 0 Comments |
