Amnesia story:

Story starts with a near suicidal guy. Girl he loved and loved him, left him and ran off with some other guy. She crashes her car and wakes up not remembering the break up or her new relationship. The main character, although happy, struggles with either taking her back and being hurt again or letting her go and hurting her.

My sighs are soft and sweet of late,
This heart is whole and warm.
A Queen for whom his love could wait,
His ship set sail through storm.
For, waters deep have thinned like fear,
These puddles turn to sand,
The sky grows ever bright and clear,
God stretches out his hand.
And I reached up into the sky,
As such brought down the sun.
Consume the light that I may lie,
That our hearts beat as one.
So listen, hear, you precious love,
Inside this heart you’ll know.
You’ll never cry again, sweet dove,
Our love as pure as snow.

The creek was not far, he knew. She was waiting, freezing, in the cold for a death that was not going to come. At least if he could help it. There was so much more left to do and he had to get there in time.

The evenings events played in his mind like the flickering flames of a movie projector. Where they sat at the park, holding hands, talking about love. Her leaving to meet a friend; he left alone for the time being. Walking home in the light snowfall.

When she called, he knew there was something wrong. She acted different. She had said that she was waiting at the bridge for him. She was crying. She said she wanted to die.

Each breath now stung with the cold air and his throat felt cracked. His lungs had a deep, searing pain with every exhale. The woods were not that thick and, although the moon scarcely penetrates the trees, he knew his way well.

He had started running three miles back and had not stopped yet. His ribs split with the ache of exasperation and his heart beat louder than his feet on the forest floor.

As they sat earlier that night, sitting on an empty basketball court and holding each other, their words were soft. They spoke in whispers of love; soft words and laughter in each others ears. The sky brought down the dust of angels, yet they were not cold for they held each other tighty.

The sound of rushing water brought his reveries to a standstill and he knew he was close. Running down the bank of the creek, he could see the bridge and the lone silouette sitting across it’s wooden planks. Catching his eye in the gleam of the moonlight, an empty pill bottle floated downstream with the slow current. His heart plummeted and the cold air suddenly broke his sweat like ice. His fear washed over him and his body ached with the fear that he was too late.

A sob rose in his throat. “God,” he prayed through clenched teeth and gasping breath. “Let her live, please.”

He clambered up the bank to the bridge and pounded across the wood. She lay still, one hand over her heart, one over her eyes. His legs faltered and he collapsed next to her, his limbs sprawled with exhaustion.

She stirred slightly, tears streaking her face. “Cail…” She seemed to struggled with speaking. “I didn’t think you’d make it in time…”

“Be quiet,” He said, pullig her onto her side, her head at the edge of the bridge. In one move, before she could protest, he had a finger in her throat and she began vomiting into the water below. In the pale moonlight, Cail could see several large, undigested pills splash down into the water with the rest of her sick. Her body seemed to welcome the release and did not stop until she was racked with sobs, pleading for her water bottle. He poured water into her mouth from the bottle and she vomited once more.

Seemingly empty, she lay curled in a ball, sobbing. Cail offered her the bottle once more and she drank willingly and rinsed her mouth out, crying still.

“Evelyn, what the fuck were you thinking?” Cail said, sitting back, forearms on his knees.

Tears streaming, Evelyn lurched to him and buried her face in his chest. She wept until it seemed she could cry no more. Cail took her face in both hands and looked into her eyes. “I love you, Evelyn.” Cail said. His eyes now watering, prompting Evelyn to sob more and distort her face. “I love you more than anything I’ve ever known in my life. I couldn’t live without you if I tried.”

Evelyn’s face dropped low in his hands and her tears soaked the wooden bridge underneath them.

Cail continued, “You are the reason I wake in the morning. You are the foremost thought in my mind every single moment I breathe. There is nothing in life more special to me than having you in my arms, listening to my words as I whisper I love you.”

“Please, Cail…” Evelyn sobbed. “I don’t deserve—”

“Quiet,” Cail said in a soft, yet commanding voice. “You are a gift from God, a bright light from Heaven. You, above all else on earth are perfect.”

“But Cail,” she said. “You love too unconditionally. I don’t deserve such kindness, such beauty.”

“If my love is such a great thing, must you not have earned it to have it so freely? How, then, are you not worthy? Surely, your love for me is payment enough for every kiss and every word dedicated in your name.” Cail’s tears came freely and abundantly. “Evelyn, your name is love. Your voice is sweet. Your heart is pure. I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

His hand caressed the side of her head and he pulled her into a deep kiss. When they finally seperated, Evelyn’s very eyes smiled at him and the whisper that came from her lips was like sweet honey.

They lay in the cold, warm from the early morning snow, in each others arms. Cail could smell the beautiful scent of her hair and her skin was soft and warm.

As he fell asleep with her nestled against his chest, her last words rang out in his head. It was the first time she had ever said them and his heart rejoiced in him.

Her eyes locked with his, she had said, “I love you, Cail. If you’ll have me, I’ll love you past the day I die. In you arms, not even death can stopper our love.”

Cail fell asleep with the world in his arms, her eyes the moon and her sweet scent the nectar of love itself.

Dear, sweet Angel,
Sing to me.
The softness of your voice.
Cherished Angel,
Come to me.
The sweetness of your choice.
Chosen Angel,
Lie with me.
The warmth of beauty’s skin.
Sorrowed Angel,
Die with me.
For all your earthly sin.

Oh, Sky! Part way with the Earth! Open, Heavens and sing! Rejoice, for the end is near. Whatsoever you do or think is recorded and your sins shall be atoned for. With the flames that will erupt and engulf the world, you shall surely die.

You will die, I pray. For, only in death, shall your errors be seen and I, the sinful judge, shall join you in the lake. Above my own torment, I shall make you suffer.

Some times, do you ever think that a nice plague might do the world some good?

11:45pm – Slow night.

3:46am -

DO NOT EXPORT FROM KOREA

The package is in Korean. WTF?

1059am – Played a bit of GTA IV for a while. Watched the new South Park. Not bad. Is it too soon for Michael Jackson jokes?

Hell no. “Hee Hee! Cha-moan-ah!”

So, I’m in the search of a roommate. A female one. Girls clean up after themselves, are independant and (mostly) clean. I’d rather not have a male roommate. Guys suck.

“What do you dream?” You might ask? I honestly couldn’t describe it. And, it’s no longer images of the Harlot. Those dreams fled like the demon she was.

But these dreams, the pertain to a girl of unknown identity. I can never see her face, but her heart is laid bare. I can feel her troubles and I see the answers her mind is to blind to see. Maybe I’ll find her somehow.

“Oh, dear sunset!
Burn away the sky.
I ask of thee, let your embers fall.
That our ashen grace may crumble,
That your solstice shall quench.
Sky, I pray your bloodlust.
Come forth, come forth.
Let the heavens reign and rain.
Let the tears come down,
The icy grip of death.
Oh, dear sunset!
Come forth, come forth!
Plague me no longer,
Your palette so strong.
Your hues so blinding,
Come forth, come forth!”

- “Come Forth, Come Forth”
Original poem