I peer into the darkness of the back room, and images flash before me. Memories, distorted and shakey. They blend together now, the present and the past. Sometimes I get to see the future, but that's never certain right? Images of past boyfriends, smiles of family, I could even hear the laughter if I wanted to. Everything can get so vivid at times, and then they can be so dull that I can't remember how long ago those things happened. It's a strange world, normally you'd think that a high school student would have their nose in a book, in sports, hanging with friends, or just go cruising around the town. In my life, this doesn't happen.
In my town, money counts. It gets you the grades, the spots in the choir, the best things the school could offer. If you're like me, and don't have the needed cash, your ********. You've got to scrape by to try to get the grades, and even into the choir. I'm a singer, saprano all the way baby! I'm not the best there is, but I'm getting there. I'm an arts fanatic. I draw, sing, write, play instruments, and act. I do it all. And I'm fairly good at it, not professional, but good enough to get by. All of these things usually bring my spirits up to where I'm walking on clouds.
But current events have seemed to drag me so far down, that nothing can bring me back up. Writers block, cracking voice, blank art work, horrible acting, and terrible playing of my instrument. I have an upcoming concert in 2 weeks, a play in a month or two, a solo contest in april, sorry, nothing for my art work. Wasn't good enough to get into the art classes. But the thing I think that drove me to the edge of the pit and down, was him. Ah yes, him. Tall, dark tanned skin, dark shaved head, and mysterious dark brown eyes. If you let them, those eyes could take you to a completely different world.
How I miss looking into those eyes, seeing his rare smile. It'll be a while before I get to see him again. How I dislike the military services with such a passion! They took him from me, and now I barely even get to text him. I haven't heard his deep voice in two months, and seen him in the same amount of time. I worry about him. I don't want him going to war, he's a bit reckless and doesn't mind much about where he's going. I pray to the Goddess that nothing bad happens to him. It's already bad enough that I couldn't have been there when he wrecked his car last week.
It's him that keeps me going, the hopes of seeing him again soon. He keeps those distorted memories flowing before my eyes when I look into the dark and shadows. He's my muse, my voice, my heart and soul. What would I do without him? Come November we shall see huh?
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