"Plans" (Point of View: Carl)
I know it's not my fault.
I'll probably be the one apologizing though for your dramatic state. You didn't have to go and skip out on an entire tour because of me missing one secret gig. But nevertheless, I'll still apologize because while on that tour, without you I was so fucked.
I didn't like singing the whole time. I hated not being able to look to my left and see your sweaty lithe frame playing beside me. What I missed the most was the opportunities I had, I'd just swagger over to you be able to be within one inch of contact. Sharing a microphone with you, the lifeline that connected our songs, our feelings and our voices as we practically shared the same one being so close. Your eyes never closed so I could stare into your chocolate brown eyes that were gazing into my clouded blues in return. I swear I've never seen such life in one glance. You're like the electrical shocks that keep my heart beating.
Ever since you've been in jail I've been in a jail of my own. My feelings locked away in my heart, the only way my thoughts can escape me is through those sparse postcards we've been exchanging.
I hadn't planned for this to turn out the way it did...well I hadn't planned for many things in the past few months, like the break-in, you being relocated before I could visit and especially the whole falling in love with you bit.
Some time during the past month it dawned on me that I became ever so addicted to your letters. I would read them over and over; my schedule revolved around receiving those notes and I grew dependent on your silly ramblings and drawings all over the pages.
The day I went to visit you was the day it finally clicked; as I was walking down the cobblestone road to the jail to be precise. A flush came to my face and a shiver ran down my spine, vertebrae by vertebrae. The dismal cloudy London skies suddenly seemed not so bleak and there was just an all around clarity in my thoughts. My pace quickened and suddenly I was planning how I would explain this to you. I didn't think you would like my professions of love and that's what the barrier would be for, two birds with one stone, eh?
But of course, nothing goes as planned and you're not there. By this time my senses came back to me somewhat and I shoved myself back into reality. The next letters I wrote spoke of ordinary thoughts and occurrences. I omitted the one secret I kept from you each time for fear of our ties being severed even more then they already are.
I planned on keeping my new found love hidden but I just couldn't take it anymore. I spilled out my feelings, true feelings of love and you and just all of the thoughts that have been kept away in my most recent letter. They broke free and escaped as my pen fluidly wrote on the cheap paper I found on the hotel room desk. Hoping that maybe in your heart you felt the same for me. If not, I could apologize and make an excuse like I was totally pissed at the time, or something similar. I've used that excuse one too many times it seems but it has worked in every instance so far.
Carl reaches the prison and finds himself holding his breath as he sees his mate for the first time in too long. The sight of him brings Carl almost to tears because he can finally see his love that he only saw through letters for the past month.
Looking much skinnier, with the exception of all of the bags he was carrying, and much healthier, Pete squints and sees his friend in the distance and chokes out almost inaudibly, "It's Biggles."
I emit a huge sigh of relief. You do want to see me. We were apart for so long, but now everything is coming together and when I see the smile on your face it places the final piece into my heart perfectly.
"What are you doing here?!"
"I was in the neighbourhood and I came to see you, Bilo."
Of course a bloody lie because this was a bit out of the way but I needed to come and see you. I needed to know how you felt and if everything goes as planned I won't end up apologizing for anything.
I know it's not my fault.
I'll probably be the one apologizing though for your dramatic state. You didn't have to go and skip out on an entire tour because of me missing one secret gig. But nevertheless, I'll still apologize because while on that tour, without you I was so fucked.
I didn't like singing the whole time. I hated not being able to look to my left and see your sweaty lithe frame playing beside me. What I missed the most was the opportunities I had, I'd just swagger over to you be able to be within one inch of contact. Sharing a microphone with you, the lifeline that connected our songs, our feelings and our voices as we practically shared the same one being so close. Your eyes never closed so I could stare into your chocolate brown eyes that were gazing into my clouded blues in return. I swear I've never seen such life in one glance. You're like the electrical shocks that keep my heart beating.
Ever since you've been in jail I've been in a jail of my own. My feelings locked away in my heart, the only way my thoughts can escape me is through those sparse postcards we've been exchanging.
I hadn't planned for this to turn out the way it did...well I hadn't planned for many things in the past few months, like the break-in, you being relocated before I could visit and especially the whole falling in love with you bit.
Some time during the past month it dawned on me that I became ever so addicted to your letters. I would read them over and over; my schedule revolved around receiving those notes and I grew dependent on your silly ramblings and drawings all over the pages.
The day I went to visit you was the day it finally clicked; as I was walking down the cobblestone road to the jail to be precise. A flush came to my face and a shiver ran down my spine, vertebrae by vertebrae. The dismal cloudy London skies suddenly seemed not so bleak and there was just an all around clarity in my thoughts. My pace quickened and suddenly I was planning how I would explain this to you. I didn't think you would like my professions of love and that's what the barrier would be for, two birds with one stone, eh?
But of course, nothing goes as planned and you're not there. By this time my senses came back to me somewhat and I shoved myself back into reality. The next letters I wrote spoke of ordinary thoughts and occurrences. I omitted the one secret I kept from you each time for fear of our ties being severed even more then they already are.
I planned on keeping my new found love hidden but I just couldn't take it anymore. I spilled out my feelings, true feelings of love and you and just all of the thoughts that have been kept away in my most recent letter. They broke free and escaped as my pen fluidly wrote on the cheap paper I found on the hotel room desk. Hoping that maybe in your heart you felt the same for me. If not, I could apologize and make an excuse like I was totally pissed at the time, or something similar. I've used that excuse one too many times it seems but it has worked in every instance so far.
Carl reaches the prison and finds himself holding his breath as he sees his mate for the first time in too long. The sight of him brings Carl almost to tears because he can finally see his love that he only saw through letters for the past month.
Looking much skinnier, with the exception of all of the bags he was carrying, and much healthier, Pete squints and sees his friend in the distance and chokes out almost inaudibly, "It's Biggles."
I emit a huge sigh of relief. You do want to see me. We were apart for so long, but now everything is coming together and when I see the smile on your face it places the final piece into my heart perfectly.
"What are you doing here?!"
"I was in the neighbourhood and I came to see you, Bilo."
Of course a bloody lie because this was a bit out of the way but I needed to come and see you. I needed to know how you felt and if everything goes as planned I won't end up apologizing for anything.