And it doesn’t matter what you feel
Because in this world, it can be
Just too cold, too real
Open your eyes and see
That life can be worth living for
Hearts may die, love may fail
But – wait, there’s more
Happiness here, light prevails
Through the darkness and weary
Allowing us to see clearly
Those who love us,
Cherish us,
Want us,
Need us in their life
And just open your eyes
Please, through the
Chaos and insanity
Logic versus reality
Reality against fantasies
And you’ll see…
That life can be worth living for
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
An Angel in Disguise
Here's a change. How about a story instead? Haven't written stories in a while, I might start a mini series with the main character. ^^
--
I thought everything was over. My mind drifted off to other things as my boss gave me the talk.
It isn't right. I work hard, I complete my quotas, I even work overtime when the others didn't want to. I'm the perfect employee a boss could ask for. So why are you firing me?
I realized my boss was still going on about it.
"You're an amazing employee..." He exclaimed, a little too cheerful for my comfort.
"Thank you," I answered monotonously.
"But the CEO just decided to downsize, I had to hand in someone's name."
You just don't like me.
He continued, "I'm sorry, but I have to let you go."
Those were the last words I remembered before I realized I was standing outside with my cardboard box, looking up at the tall skyscraper where I had spent the last 5 years of my life.
I sighed, "At least I know that Eli is home waiting for me."
Suddenly from above, a roar followed by a huge crash of lightning came. I was mad, furious even. Mad at myself, mad at the world.
"Rain! Rain why don't you! God Damnit! I dare you!"
As if God was waiting for a cue, it rained. No, it didn't just rain. It poured. I dropped to my knees and cried.
--
I looked down at my watch. 20 past 8, Eli isn't home yet. I unlocked the door and decided that a shower would help relieve some stress before Eli got home.
I turned on some music and hopped into the shower. I didn't hear Eli come home with the music and the shower running. Guess she didn't hear me either.
With a towel around my waist, and drying my hair with another towel, I headed towards our bedroom. I could hear faint noises coming from our room. Fearing that it was a robber, I grabbed a vase nearby.
"... Kyle won't be home anytime soon, he's always working over time."
That was Eli.
My heart froze. Could it be some other guy?
"So you decided to try something new," a soft familiar voice answered her.
I swung the door open only to find my sister in my bed. All three of us were staring at each other in shock. Shane grabbed her clothes and took off before I could even have a word with her.
I threw the towel I had in my hand to Eli and looked down onto the floor.
"Kyle! I can explain!"
"There's no need," I said softly.
"Please, just give me a minute!"
"It's okay Eli, it's my fault. I'm sorry. I'll move my stuff out by tomorrow."
"No, please Kyle!"
I got dressed and stormed out of the apartment building. I wandered to Vivons Bridge, named after Martin Vivons. Ironic, this is the place where people choose to die.
As I stood on this bridge, ready to jump and end my miserable life, a scruff voice called out to me.
"Peter, is that you? I barely recognized you!"
I looked down at the old man talking to me. He was dirty, no that didn't even remotely describe how filthy he was. His beard was long and scraggly, grey to match his hair. His clothes were ripped and torn.
"I think you have the wrong person, I'm not Pete..." he interrupted me.
"Look at you Petey Boy! So clean and well shaved! Just like before when we were on top of the world as the CEOs of Linkus! You were always the ladies' man. Ah then our stock crashed...we lost everything," he shed a tear reminiscing.
"I'm not Pete..."I protested again, but he didn't seem to have heard me.
"That's okay though, we're still here aren't we? Still alive and breathing," he coughed as he breathed in deeply to prove his point.
I stepped down from the bridge and offered the old man my hand.
"It's been a while. How about I treat you to a cup of hot coffee?"
"Thank you Peter, that would be really nice."
"No, thank you," I answered. You save my life.
--
I thought everything was over. My mind drifted off to other things as my boss gave me the talk.
It isn't right. I work hard, I complete my quotas, I even work overtime when the others didn't want to. I'm the perfect employee a boss could ask for. So why are you firing me?
I realized my boss was still going on about it.
"You're an amazing employee..." He exclaimed, a little too cheerful for my comfort.
"Thank you," I answered monotonously.
"But the CEO just decided to downsize, I had to hand in someone's name."
You just don't like me.
He continued, "I'm sorry, but I have to let you go."
Those were the last words I remembered before I realized I was standing outside with my cardboard box, looking up at the tall skyscraper where I had spent the last 5 years of my life.
I sighed, "At least I know that Eli is home waiting for me."
Suddenly from above, a roar followed by a huge crash of lightning came. I was mad, furious even. Mad at myself, mad at the world.
"Rain! Rain why don't you! God Damnit! I dare you!"
As if God was waiting for a cue, it rained. No, it didn't just rain. It poured. I dropped to my knees and cried.
--
I looked down at my watch. 20 past 8, Eli isn't home yet. I unlocked the door and decided that a shower would help relieve some stress before Eli got home.
I turned on some music and hopped into the shower. I didn't hear Eli come home with the music and the shower running. Guess she didn't hear me either.
With a towel around my waist, and drying my hair with another towel, I headed towards our bedroom. I could hear faint noises coming from our room. Fearing that it was a robber, I grabbed a vase nearby.
"... Kyle won't be home anytime soon, he's always working over time."
That was Eli.
My heart froze. Could it be some other guy?
"So you decided to try something new," a soft familiar voice answered her.
I swung the door open only to find my sister in my bed. All three of us were staring at each other in shock. Shane grabbed her clothes and took off before I could even have a word with her.
I threw the towel I had in my hand to Eli and looked down onto the floor.
"Kyle! I can explain!"
"There's no need," I said softly.
"Please, just give me a minute!"
"It's okay Eli, it's my fault. I'm sorry. I'll move my stuff out by tomorrow."
"No, please Kyle!"
I got dressed and stormed out of the apartment building. I wandered to Vivons Bridge, named after Martin Vivons. Ironic, this is the place where people choose to die.
As I stood on this bridge, ready to jump and end my miserable life, a scruff voice called out to me.
"Peter, is that you? I barely recognized you!"
I looked down at the old man talking to me. He was dirty, no that didn't even remotely describe how filthy he was. His beard was long and scraggly, grey to match his hair. His clothes were ripped and torn.
"I think you have the wrong person, I'm not Pete..." he interrupted me.
"Look at you Petey Boy! So clean and well shaved! Just like before when we were on top of the world as the CEOs of Linkus! You were always the ladies' man. Ah then our stock crashed...we lost everything," he shed a tear reminiscing.
"I'm not Pete..."I protested again, but he didn't seem to have heard me.
"That's okay though, we're still here aren't we? Still alive and breathing," he coughed as he breathed in deeply to prove his point.
I stepped down from the bridge and offered the old man my hand.
"It's been a while. How about I treat you to a cup of hot coffee?"
"Thank you Peter, that would be really nice."
"No, thank you," I answered. You save my life.
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