It's funny how things end sometimes. My father died because he
followed the rules, I'm dieing because I didn't follow the rules. For some
reason the phrase "I fought the law and the law won" comes to mind, and for
some other reason it feels extremely important to know who said it, well
sang it. I'm floating here; watching Sydney try to break through the small
glass window and the thing at the fore front of my mind is who sang and the
truthfulness of a song lyric.
I always thought your life flashed before your eyes when you died. You got to see old memories and laugh along with them, laugh at the adversity of death almost. Nothing's flashing before my eyes, I'm just watching Sydney. Maybe, just maybe life isn't flashing before my eyes because I'm watching my life pound a fire extinguisher against a glass pain. It's funny- when I met her, her hair was bubble gum pink and now, the last time I'll probably ever see her, it's blue.
Before I left, I called my Mom. I don't know why, I usually visit her every other weekend and only call when I can't make it. I got her answering machine. Now I wish I would have left her a message spilling my guts. How I found out who killed dad, and how I was falling in love with his killers daughter. How much I hate my job, and how I started a journal like Dad's- but mine tells of something more. Dad's never told a tale of forbidden love that could be a retelling of Romeo and Juliet.
I've always wished there were thousands of parallel worlds. There would be some just like ours, and some that were the complete opposite. In one of those worlds I'm with my girlfriend Sydney, we're moving in together and she wants to throw out my lava lamp. In another world she's my fiancée and we're discussing seating arrangements for our wedding. In another world Sydney and I are playing with our newborn baby girl, she has that sweet baby smell and she's wearing a little pink hat; she has Sydney's eyes. In one of these worlds, Sydney actually broke through the glass.
Everything's starting to fade now, it's getting black. I'm remembering all kinds of things now. I forgot to return those movies to blockbuster, I never made Donovan that appointment at the vet for a check- up, I left my coin on my desk at the office; I never told Sydney I love her. I love her.
It's getting black now. I hope this isn't the end. I can't think it is. I wonder if I'll ever get to meet that sweet smelling baby with the pink hat and Sydney's eyes.
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Author's Note: I have no clue what song the line about the law came from, it's a song my brother sings to himself a lot and then Alec said that line in the Dark Angel season finale and then Vaughn reminded me of the line last night so I used it. Next thing, I started writing this before school this morning, made notes about it all day and I just finished it which leads to the last thing- Thank you for reading and please review.
I always thought your life flashed before your eyes when you died. You got to see old memories and laugh along with them, laugh at the adversity of death almost. Nothing's flashing before my eyes, I'm just watching Sydney. Maybe, just maybe life isn't flashing before my eyes because I'm watching my life pound a fire extinguisher against a glass pain. It's funny- when I met her, her hair was bubble gum pink and now, the last time I'll probably ever see her, it's blue.
Before I left, I called my Mom. I don't know why, I usually visit her every other weekend and only call when I can't make it. I got her answering machine. Now I wish I would have left her a message spilling my guts. How I found out who killed dad, and how I was falling in love with his killers daughter. How much I hate my job, and how I started a journal like Dad's- but mine tells of something more. Dad's never told a tale of forbidden love that could be a retelling of Romeo and Juliet.
I've always wished there were thousands of parallel worlds. There would be some just like ours, and some that were the complete opposite. In one of those worlds I'm with my girlfriend Sydney, we're moving in together and she wants to throw out my lava lamp. In another world she's my fiancée and we're discussing seating arrangements for our wedding. In another world Sydney and I are playing with our newborn baby girl, she has that sweet baby smell and she's wearing a little pink hat; she has Sydney's eyes. In one of these worlds, Sydney actually broke through the glass.
Everything's starting to fade now, it's getting black. I'm remembering all kinds of things now. I forgot to return those movies to blockbuster, I never made Donovan that appointment at the vet for a check- up, I left my coin on my desk at the office; I never told Sydney I love her. I love her.
It's getting black now. I hope this isn't the end. I can't think it is. I wonder if I'll ever get to meet that sweet smelling baby with the pink hat and Sydney's eyes.
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Author's Note: I have no clue what song the line about the law came from, it's a song my brother sings to himself a lot and then Alec said that line in the Dark Angel season finale and then Vaughn reminded me of the line last night so I used it. Next thing, I started writing this before school this morning, made notes about it all day and I just finished it which leads to the last thing- Thank you for reading and please review.
