Let Me Tell You A Secret, Child
Sorry. I forgot what I was going to write. Feels like petroleum jelly at my eyes. They’re just tears that refuse to fall. Finding it too hard to sleep even though my head is begging for it. There’s the jelly again. It’s far too hot to sleep. I wish I weren’t wearing a sweater right now. It’s too hard to type like this. The light hurts my eyes and the jelly won’t go away. I really want to draw. I want to imagine and explore, but my mind says it’s time for bed. My eyes say it’s time to close for the night. A tear finally fell, and now I am crying. I don’t know if they are sad tears or not. I think of sad things but my heart is indifferent. I must stop to wipe a tear. Still thinking of sad things. I think of something sweet and innocent. I want to share it with someone but no wants it. Right now I do not like anyone. Right now I do not want to share with anyone. This makes me truly sad. I stop to wipe a tear. I am not sad anymore. My hand is tired. I think of more sad things. My heart is still indifferent. I still do not like anyone. We do not go to sleep angry. The clock ticks loudly. I shed another tear. I like the sound of the clock. It makes me happy. My hand is not as tired anymore. I think of things I must do before going to bed. I think of all the nightmares I will have when I am asleep. A voice speaks idly in the back of my mind. I ignore it. I think of something sad and the jelly returns to my eyes. I wish I could remember what I wanted to write. I shed a tear.
I’ve heard her laugh and I’ve seen her walk.
Even I can tell she ain’t right.
I watched the world tumble and fall. He watched the stars turn to dust. The darkest sky… We didn’t recognize anything. Everything is so new to us now.
“So, uh… weird place huh?” Raze snorted and flopped in Princess’ lap. “Can I eat your dreams?” Princess screamed and pushed Raze off of her lap. “EEEE. A RAT. OH JESUS. GET IT AWAY. KILL IT!!!!” She hid behind Drew.”HANSEL. WE MUST LEAVE IMMEDIATELY. THIS PLACE IS INFESTED!”
Trevor turned and made a face at the scream. “I wonder how long it took her to practice that cliche of a scream.”
Drew sighed and picked Raze up by the tail. “He’s just a demon thing. Incubus or something.” Raze swatted at him vehemently until he was placed back on Drew’s shoulder. Raze staaaaared at Princess, stretching his wings out in a threatening manner. “I am NOT a RAT! I’m a lot smarter than those things!” Hansel groaned, rubbing his face.
Serenity couldn’t help but smile. “You promised to marry her.” She walked past Hansel to move to the stairway. Princess eeped, “It talks!!!!” and watched Raze in surprise. Luke heard the scream, but was very engulfed in looking at a suit of armor. Raze “feh“‘d at her and hopped down from Drew’s shoulder. He skittered up to Serenity, making grabby hands at her. Serenity picked Raze up just like she should pick up a baby, craddling him. “Once you’re able to keep him out of the fridge for more than a day, he isn’t so hard to get along with.” Princess frowned and stood, straightening out her dress. Dreww snorted at the comment, but didn’t move from his spot.
A Boy and His Dog
“I LOVE IT. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE IT! I LOVE WATCHING THEM RUN AWAY FROM EVERY FAILURE!
On again about some mortal.
”I watch them change, I watch them adapt! They’re like the lowest level of bacteria, clinging to life long after it’s ended.”
Sitting there on his throne, I sometimes wonder what goes on in his mind. He always has a lot to say, especially on his good days. Sometimes I think I misunderstand him.
“Why are you so fascinated with them, your highness?”
“They’re cowards. You know that ridiculous saying, ‘If you can’t beat them, join them?’ That’s all they ever do. Shift from one place to the next. ‘Oh! I’m like a rolling stone! Oh I’m like dust in the wind!’ I’d like to see them use that one on me. The real men… are the ones that never change.”
“Stubborn as stubborn is. I like the martyrs. They’re more fun to take out of the equation. When they’re screaming, begging, PLEADING for you to spare their life, tell me, where is the fun in that? A real work on the ears.
He sighs, resting his head on his arm. I don’t understand the question. My response is the usual one: tilt my head to the side innocently. To him, it’s just a cue to continue talking.
“But when they’re silent… when they have nothing to regret… couldn’t you say that I’ve truly won?”
It’s really just an inquiry rather than an attempt at imparting wisdom. By now, I can tell that after two thousand years, he is finally lost. Two thousand years and still just a boy; growing into the throne.
Every day I watch him, growing more and more. Every day, I spy him stalking to his throne, snapping his fingers, and tapping his foot, only to recoil at the first sign of adversity. Every day I listen to him, ranting and raving, raising his voice, and demanding every last bit of the patience offered to him by lesser beings… only for him to fall short when resolve is tested. Every day I watch him, flaunting his apathy like no other, only for him to be humbled by the kindness the world tends to show. In the end, he’s no better than the men who plead for their lives at his hands. In the end, he’s still just a little prince. Still learning, still discovering.
And me, I’m still just a dog. I could leave, go off on a little adventure; take a few table scraps and walk with a curious person… just for a little while. But where is the fun in that? When they welcome you with open arms and offer you the last bit of food on their plate… sometimes, the real adventures are the ones you never see coming.
To be chased by dog nappers, to almost go hungry for a day, and to be denied ones freedom, because I don’t have hands. Only paws.
“It’s not like you even care what I’m saying, you’re probably thinking about food or going for a walk or some other base thing you canines drool over.”
I wag my tail. Not to be polite. I just find it amusing is all.
“Correct as always, your highness.”
But a prince always needs someone to share their ideas with. That close friend who’s indispensable, like a boy needs his dog. When I go, he’ll be all alone; curled up on his throne— his daddy’s throne, cold and crying.
When I go… I’ll be all alone, alone in a world full of mortals whose lives end like the flicker of a candle’s flame; curled up beneath a park bench somewhere, cold and hungry. In the end, I’m still just a puppy, still curious, still restless.
Looking back on our little conversations, it seems like it’ll be only a little while longer before he realizes that mankind isn’t so black and white. All we really are is a boy and his dog.
All these wonderful things I have to say to you, and they have become lost in the abyss of an uncertain mind!
Your pretty face.
To the towne of Cording and the House of Flores,
“I won’t go,” she said, “I don’t want to.”