oh little
sister, said, i'd do the same, do the same
oh little sister, i
hoped you wouldn't feel that way
oh, i said, i wish
oh little
sister, can you forgive me one day
can you forgive me
Sasuke had never been much of a thinker…
Especially not the introspective kind.
So this silence, this inner quiet is STRANGE, unfamiliar…unnerving even.
Although, he reasons…he might not have that much time left to look inward…soon he thinks…he'll be stuck inward.
But Sasuke isn't about to worry about that.
He's not a worrier either.
Not a worrier or a thinker, Sasuke has all seeing eyes and unending strength.
Except now, with his brother lying in death tainted awake. Its ironic—and he can't stop thinking. Maybe its looking at the shocked, childish expression plastered on ITACHI'S face…Sasuke feels he's looking at a part of himself.
Because now, in death, Sasuke can't really see the difference between the two of them.
Now at the end—and it really does feel like THE end or a end to something.
Sasuke can't tell the difference between a lot. Suddenly the line between love and hate isn't thin….its nonexistent….and maybe…
It's really just the same thing.
Maybe hate is just a word use to protect the people who say it.
Because those 3 words are SO much easier to say than… 'how could you hurt me this way'—easier and, truthfully, less pathetic.
So maybe…NOW Sasuke thinks…
All this was pointless.
He wonders what kind of person chooses a father who never did care over a brother who at least acknowledged his existence.
He thinks about being the Avenger…finally after ALL this time he thinks….what was he avenging?
There is and answer somewhere.
But Sasuke is not a thinker. And he's really not ready for that kind of step yet.
Even still, part of Sasuke says its over…and is already counting the steps back home.
But he doesn't need to be smart like Shikamaru or kind like Chougi to know…
Sometimes home isn't a welcome anymore. Sometimes when a door closes the roof caves in.
And most importantly—maybe the single most important thought he'll have—the distance between Sasuke and Naruto couldn't be counted in steps. The distance between him and everyone, everything…couldn't be measured in miles.—Even IF Naruto and Sakura were right beside him—time would always keep them separate.
Time and all the things that transgressed, all the could haves, should haves, might have beens. All the wounds made, healed, and reopened.
Everything that just kept growing and growing…pushing them further and further away.
And Sasuke not only knows but he feels the difference between each kind of distance.
And Sasuke sees now, in a way his eyes can't, that he's been moving down a place his feet can't carry him and falling down a path THEY can't catch him.
Amid all the hate, all the difference—
Sasuke thinks the second most important thought he'll ever think.
Quietly, so quietly he can barely understand—Sasuke feels…maybe Itachi felt the same.
did we get lost
in it, do we conduct a search for this
"from the other
side"
from the other side?
what do they mean? side of what things...
and you said, and you did, and you said--you would find me here
and you said that you would find me, even in Death
and you
said
and you said
You'd find me
But
I can't see New York
A/N: read and review please….its really is the only way to improve…and its comforting to us paranoid writers. Lyrics are from Tori amos…whom is amazing. I don't own anything. Thank you. Geen Verschil translates to no difference.
