Over Due Holiday Entry
Sometimes it's all in what's not said.
Like the true meaning of Christmas and New Years. What do you really think your celebrating? A birth. The birth of a year? The birth of Christ? You don't get all dressed up and get completely, completely smashed and do God know what with God knows who to celebrate the birth of a year. You do it because you know that tomorrow you will wake up and it won't even matter and you won't even remember. Because that night, that year has passed now. Your not celebating the birth of a new year, you are celebrating the death of an old one. You celebrate a death. You don't love Jesus because he was born in a manger, you love him because he died for your sins. Not the birth that's important. It's the death. But the middle, ah-ha, there's the rub. In all this celebrating of the birth or death or whatever your willing to face we all forget about the life in between. The life goes unsaid.
Like the smile that you manage to give the jackass with the jackhammer as you and he both, casually, pretend to forget who eachother are. "Hi i'm Trent, the boy with the jackhammer." "Hi i'm Zaraniah, its nice to meet you," and then you shake hands. What goes unsaid is that the only reason that you are smiling is because you and he both know he has lost his jackhammer. You have destroyed it. Now he is playing your game and will be sorry.
Crimson petals adorning roses blush against the sky
and our violet's garments embraced the color of the churning seas,
but both of these beauties are fraily fickle and at winter's ice die
so you and I shall speak no more of these.
Like falling out of love. Preforming the same mundain functions repeatedly as if nothing has changed. As if the magic is still there like it was before. Your love for him was dormant. Untouched. Unutilized and hidden until recently. It was there, but suddenly, for not particular reason, it's not. And you are pretending to still be in love with him when the truth is you really only just love him. What goes unsaid is that the special love that you have held for him and only for him, hasn't just disappeared, but it now belongs to another boi. Someone who is very close to both of you. And you hope neither of them missinterpret this statement.
Sometimes it's all in what's not said
*Zaraniah stands now upon the lush, green grass beneith the clear blue sky, leaning against a blossoming southern magnolia tree. She hears the calming sounds of the wildlife in a nearby pond. This is the world they had created for her. The two great loves of her life. The ones that kept her alive in her world until she could return with them to this one. They stand with her now as she slowly sinks to the grass. Soon it will be time to return to her world. The sunless, gray world that she must travel until she can make a world as beautiful as this on her own. She looks as them both, searching their eyes. Wishing she could tell them how much they mean to her. Hopping that they will show her how to find her way. She looks to Orion and then K. James C. and suddenly she realizes that are mirroring her expression. They are looking to her for the same reason she is looking to them. She smiles and embraces them as the tear roll down their faces. Finally she knows, and they know. And as it starts to rain she realizes she is back in her world now and all that remains is a smile on her face until she can meet them again. Sometimes it's all in what's not said.*
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