Dramatis
Lyricae
Part Two: Ballad of the Bell
By Indigo Lafayette
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She stares up at the stars when
Stars fell from her hair then.
I bent down to collect them
And then she was gone.
~~ Dave Matthews Band, 'Sleep to Dream
Her'
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To hide one's face in a
mask is to hope that one will not be recognized by one's peers. Somedays, that's the one thing anyone could
want. On one of those days when the
world seems to attack from all sides you at every turn, and things are simply
refusing to go right…those are the days you wish you could just hide away
somewhere and weep like a child.
That ismy situation at present. I spend every day in the stuffy, cramped
back loft of the Curiosity Shop, waiting for the bell by the Laundry Pool to
ring so that I may pick up the deliveries for Anthon, the shop's owner. I hide behind my Keaton mask, just as I hide
behind my own face.
I used to think of myself as a strong
man, one not hindered by the proud inhibitions of everyday Terminan life. I had a wonderful family, my mother and
father running Clock Town, and my beautiful, sweet love, Anju, by my side. It took one chance encounter with that
no-good mischief-monger Skull Kid to foul up every plan I had for my life.
Oh, how I wish I were able to tell her
how I feel, how I am, and what has happened. I wish to allay her fears that I have run from her or that I have
died…but I cannot bear to face the rejection I may have in store for me should
I do so. I can't stand to see her face
as she sees not Kafei, the man, sworn to her love by his mind, heart, and soul,
but Kafei, the child, a mere shadow of what I once was. She couldn't possibly love me as I am
now. I'm at a loss for things I could
do to reveal myself to her, primarily because of my own childish fear.
I suppose I am like the moon…it is far
away, but close enough to fall. It
weeps firey tears that fall to earth in a shower of sorrow. I too am far away, yet so unbelievably
close. I weep every night for the loss
of my former self, and for my own pitiful state of affairs…and like the moon, I
am powerless to halt my descent to the earth below.
Anju, my love! I see you by the pool, I see the hurt in
your angelic face, and I can feel your heart breaking as surely as I do my
own. I wish that I was there with you,
as I was before, so that I could hold you close, to dry your tears and stroke
your cheek to assure you that we would be together for all time….
……And how I wish that were even
remotely possible. I will never see
that day, for the moon draws itself closer to the world. When it falls, it will crush us all in its
tragically lonely embrace, the fires singeing away everything we once knew and
held dear. The fires of that fall could
never hold a candle to the fury and the anguish that burns within me as I
contemplate my remaining days without Anju by my side.
There were days that I wished to hide
and weep like a child. However, I never
wished to hide behind two masks…I never wished to weep like a man behind a
child's countenance.
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God
Bless,
Indigo