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I am the nightmare that you dream of having:
Male,
20,
Angsty,
Frustrated,
Likes his car,
Loves his friends,
And at times his family,
Doesn't fit,
Feels free within escapism.
Am I James Dean or or a Heartbreak waiting to happen.
Me, I'm not really either.
I sit with old man Apple Tree,
And hang amongst his branches,
He whispers stories too me,
Of worlds far beyond,
Tells me of ancient battles,
Of warriors and gods,
Though as we drink in all the starlight,
And moonlight so devine,
He starts to tell me of a time,
Long before all he knew and all he's ever seen,
Then silence takes us for a time then we look at one another,
Thats when we smile to one another and he rests a hand upon my head,
"I always forget," I hear him say as he blends into the tree, "you've seen all that; so why come and visit me?"
"You tell it how it was and is, not how it should have been."
That was when the sun began to creep into the sky and daylight crested each and evey hill.
I placed a hand upon the gnarled bark of his old tree.
"Sleep well old friend, dream of days long past, and when we next meet you'll tell me stories...."
"Yes; stories of the past.... Till next full moon." His sweet voice said, as his voice began to fade. Then the sunlight engulfed the valley, our time had now been spent.
"Till next full moon." I sighed.
I guess you could say.... I'm me,
One scary freaking animal.
Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me.
He pulled alongside in his roaring charge and offered me a ride.
"Where you heading?" Was all he asked.
"Aw, here and there." Was my reply.
He smirked a bit and looked me over as I leaned against his car.
"Hop in," he said "I'm going that way to."
I slid into the front seat, and he chucked it down in gear.
Heading on into eternity, a place most people fear.
We cruised for quite a while neither saying one sweet word.
Until the car came to a halt, just closer to there than here.
"I waited for you," was all he said, then he shot a look my way.
"Your barely the blink of my old eye in, and you want to go my way?"
I shifted slightly in the seat and gave the old boy a smirk.
"Whats wrong with that?" was all I said, then he released a sigh.
"Nothing." Was all he said, than he got out of the car.
I joined him as he leaned against the side, and we looked up at the stars.
"Your a strange one ol' Jonny boy," he finally said at last, "Each star up there is a saving grace for somebody way back there."
"But thats not you Jonny boy, they ain't ready for you there."
"I doubt they ever will be." I said, and at that we both did laugh.
"Your probably right." Was all he said, and he shoved something in my hand.
As he started to walk away I looked down at what it was, The keys to the old boys ride pulsed with power in my hand.
"I've missed you Jonny boy, but its time to head on back."
As he faded into the night, I got behind the wheel, the engine revved up nicely and the tyres gave a squeal, we cruised along the star filled sky and roared it back to earth.
That night I lay and stared up at the moon.
When all at once the distant voice came sailing through the gloom.
"Remember boy, I'll see you one day soon. You and my ride that is. Alas till then, adieu."
Love Jon
Narrator:
[And then the wind blew, and like that he was gone, without signal or trace; only the fading memory of what once was]
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