"There should be a rule of life. That we all live by. Maybe thats what Religion is for. I once asked someone who once believed in God, why they liked it. They said it gave them hope. I wonder what hope is sometimes, Sometimes I give it up for being another Emotion. Yes, Emotions. It takes control of all other aspects of life. Some people have more hearts then others, other are just lonely souls wondering for another thread of it. I Really hate the Analogies that some people use, or Metaphors. Because sometimes I feel like they give people too much hope. I regret every giving Metaphors like; The Apple Never Falls From The Tree. Ive also been told that if you don't dream your crazy. Dreams are another thing I have a problem with. They never really make any sense. Sometimes I think about If I were to watch them backwards what it would be like. I want to go to a big white room, where I could sit forever and watch all my dreams. I want to look at them, remember at least. I find it funny that everyone and everything these days are just a joke. Because in reality, Everyones serious."
A snowy Winter in Nebraska. Purple Tulips were dropped at a Grave Stone. Mist swirled, and moved with the wind past the frail figure. She didn't let the burning lump in her throat stop her from talking. "Hello Mother. Its been a while since Ive come to see you. Ive counted the months. Six. Ive changed a lot. The Psychiatrist says that I'm doing better." She gave a chuckle to only signify that she was in fact, sorry she ever came here to try and resolve things to a dead soul. Her mother always wanted to see her marry young. Alice was only Twenty-Five now. But her mother always would rant about her getting married to a young rich man. And have lots of kids. Alice really never thought about Kids. Or marrying.
She began into a whisper. "And.. Ive got my own room at Chapel bell. I only wish they had better food at the cafeteria." Again another soft chuckle. "I hope they give me sometime to see you again. I really enjoy filling you in on my.." Stopping in her tracks, she didn't know what to call it. Life? Yeah, so much of a life. More like Prison. "I'll try to stop by more often, and fill you in on how my Life's going." She had lied. Even though she was talking to a Grave Stone. And if her mother did go to heaven, Then maybe she was listening.
She put a picture of when she was little. Beside the Grave Stone. Along with the Tulips. Tore some weeds that were in the way of seeing the name. 'April May Savini 1826- 1876' She gave a smile at her work of clearing the sight. "I love you."
"Ms. Savini." The Hospital Nurse's voice rang. "We've got to leave now. Have you had your time alone yet?" Alice turned around, and gave a small smile. A crooked one. But just a hint. And simply followed the Nurse back into the van. It started up in a rumble. "Buckle up, Alice." She reminded in a chime. Nurse Ginger was always very nice. Very motherly. She had a calming nature about her that Alice liked. "Are we going back?" Alice's heart beat sped up. Nurse Ginger looked back at Alice, with a stern face. "Yes."
And the van crawled up a hill, and left for the main road. Into the foggy morning. Leaving Alice to only remember.