Wandering Star (106 hits)
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Submitted by The Yellow Dart (View user info) at 2006-10-23 14:19:34 EDT
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We are parallel lines that run side by side, but never touch.
Travelling through our own existences along the set course, our paths were never supposed to cross.
When I gaze up at the vast night sky everything looks chaotic and random, but I know that the stars have their places. Each one moves across our sky in a predictable manner. The gap between each star is enormous, though it may look relatively close to the naked eye. They never cross; they're separate and worlds apart, so why should they cross?
Without her I am nothing. She's already come to pass; long gone from this earth, yet around every corner. We met in a text at least 50 years old, whose writings were of a time 100 years before that. There she existed: my perfect love, my endless soul mate.
But those days are long gone and I'm left modern and heartbroken. I wander this city only thinking of her as the cars and suits rush past in a fury. It's their fault we're apart. They had to grow and develop; if they had only slowed down we could have been together. They had to invent and produce, rebel and move on, give up past loves in search of a dream.
I feel stuck in this time that only goes forwards. "Slow down, damn you!" I'll scream at my clock when no one's around; no one's ever around anyways.
She is my dream and my reality. She is elegant and alluring. She is perfect for me and me for her.
A beautiful maiden who wears deep red dresses, her hair is very long and dark, and her eyes... her eyes captivate any who gaze upon their dark green hue. Alone, she sits on a stone crafted bench reading a book with a gentle smile across her face and a glow about her that just screams: "I'm in love".
She is in love with me. At least I hope she is. We must be, for we share so much in common: we laugh together, cry together, and share the same fondness and understanding of one another. There is only one thing we do not share together; the most important of all: time.
Cursed time. Wretched time. I refuse to give in to it. If I sit here with my book I can ignore it and return to a better place. With her. Always with each other. But it never works. The sun still sets and another day steps forward, taking me with it.
Friends watched me change over the short time we were together. At first they tried to hint at the fact that I never came out anymore. Then they stopped calling altogether. Finally, they showed up at my door one afternoon and told me to get dressed. They wanted to take me to a strip club and show me that all women are the same. I actually went with them too; all I saw was that none of them were like her.
Modern girls haven't got an ounce of class in them. Not like her.
We had to give each other up eventually; it couldn't last. It's hard to maintain a relationship that doesn't really exist but you know is there. We couldn't talk or see each other; we could only know that something was pulling us together, almost magnetically.
I know this sounds crazy and I had a hard time understanding it myself, but you have to believe me. The feeling that ran through me when I read the words that made her real was the same anyone gets when they pass by a stranger and make eye contact in such a way that both people feel the spark within them, only much stronger. Surely you've encountered this before.
It's like finally someone has found you. An astronomer who spends every night searching the galaxy notices that something's not quite right. Two stars perfectly aligned, perfectly in love, and perpetually separate.
We're two star-cross'd lovers together by fate and apart by reality.
I'm alone now, but I'll wait for her; like a wandering star waits to be discovered. The distant light in my life.
I miss...
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...him.
I'm ever so lonely, so I must catch up to him; like a wandering star searching for its place. A distant light for my life.
Shakespeare coined it true - we're simply a pair of star-cross'd lovers.
It's like someone has finally found you. Like two meteors whose paths have collided, producing something magical and powerful.
What follows might sound absurd and it still doesn't quite make sense to me, but you simply must believe me. It's based entirely on a feeling I experienced merely by reading about him; a feeling so profound and overwhelming that you could just sense the chemistry. I know I'm not the only one to feel this.
We tried to make it work but the distance wouldn't allow it to. It's not like we could just pack our bags and meet halfway either. One cannot just travel through time and arrive at their lover's doorstep. It's just not possible. So why is our love?
The men around me try and charm me with coy words and cheap gestures, but none of them excite me. Not like him.
My sisters saw me disheartened and did their best to cheer me by taking me about town, treating me to lunch, and even taking me to dances in hopes that I'll find someone to take my mind down another road; someone more "present", as they like to say. The present is drab.
The time that's between us is terrifying. I don't even know what will happen a day from now, let alone the distant future, but it does sound so pleasant. With him. Always with each other. But the sun only inches along at its leisurely pace, keeping the buffer between us constant.
He loves me. I can feel it. Can a person know just by feeling? Surely I can. I know he cares for me. We could laugh together, cry together, and share a fondness that is timeless. It's what keeps us together; despite the ticking of the clock, I know he is with me.
A tall handsome man, dressed in black suit. His hair is clean cut and his eyes a gentle blue. The grin he wears is mischievous and playful, surrounded by rough stubble. He is a lone ranger in the distant future where the land is riddled with disease, but he is clean and perfect. The person anyone would be drawn to in a crowd because his only obvious infection is: "I'm in love".
He is my dream. He is handsome and proper. He is perfect for me and me for him.
I feel stuck in this time that goes by so slowly. "Speed up, damn you!" I yell at two people moseying along at their leisurely pace in front of me. I always project frustrations on others like this.
They are the ones so damned lax. Could they not at least try and move quicker? Make some small effort to speed all this up? I am clearly in a hurry to get wherever we're going. I should not be heeded by how slow they progress; I've got a date that I can't even attend! But that day is so distant and I'm left modern and heartbroken.
I digress. We met in a novel I picked up off the floor, nothing like I had ever seen before. It was about a time over 100 years in the future. Perhaps they were just words, but it all sounded so convincing. There he existed: my perfect love, my endless soul mate. Without him I am nothing.
The great night sky is complex and intimidating, yet also full of purpose; something we will never understand. Every now and then two stars will cross paths and create something new. They are moving, wandering at all times and will keep going in their intended direction. Towards, together, and apart.
Continuing on through our own destinies, our paths were never supposed to cross.
We are parallel lines that run side by side, but never touch.
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