Soul for RENT
It still haunts me today, a reaper following my shadow. Reminding me of my past, an unwanted intrusion on my conscience making my soul almost die...
I don't know why it bothers me... I can't watch it still, why RENT? Why a movie? Why anything that has to bring me back to that fateful weekend? Every memory repressed in my mind... it's not fair, it won't go away. Drawing me to tears when I need sleep, making me stay up hours on ends remembering the good times, and killing me from the bad. I guess no matter how hard I try... she won't go away, maybe it's the love I gave, the times I spent, the hell I repressed for her. Still hurting on the inside, I don't know why. I know it can't be the love, and especially not hate... or is it?
Still not sleeping, I keep thinking... but of nothing but that one weekend. Three days and three nights, magic for my mind. Great times they were, never to be forgotten. My heart lost all control, she was all that I knew.
Zachary Lewis
Dude, you've gotten a lot better at writing since you started. I'm a fan.
Also, don't watch RENT. It's full of gays and AIDS. Just jerk it instead.
posted on 07/04/2008 at 12:56