Something Noble
Sometimes I hear sounds I think I'm not supposed to hear. A strange, wheezing, groaning noise, as if some machine is being torn apart and its engine is suffering for it.
I hear it in my head, and every once in a while, when I dare to say anything about it, Grandpa stares at me with such sadness, such longing for something I cannot understand, I start thinking he's sorry for me, that I am going mad.
Maybe I am.
I am married. I have money. I have a kid. It's everything I've always wanted, a beautiful house, a man who loves me and speaks very little, a child who calls me Mummy.
And still… sometimes I dream. I dream of this strange man, this crazy man, this crying man, in a striped suit and All Stars on his feet, but I can never ever see his face. I dream of faded blue, and bright gold, and the same sound, the sound I have no idea where I've heard, on the background. And when I wake up, my first thought is: I wanted that more than I wanted this life. I wanted it. I did.
But I never remember what that was. What it meant.
Sometimes I just wish I could remember.
And soon after I realize there's nothing to remember.
I've never changed.
Same old life, same old me, same old Donna.
Nothing more.
R E V I E W !