Woven in Time- End of the Saga
Criss-crossing, folding, twisting.. The man sat at the table of the dimly lit inn braiding the giant amount of hair that hung from his head. So long his hair is, that he can twist it over his shoulder and rest his hands on his black vested chest as he worked. A steaming cup of tea lay on the table infront of him, and patrons fussed about loudly. Hours passed and he worked vigilantly as drunken patron after patron would slowly stumble or get thrown out.
“Sir.. It’s time to be leaving. We’re closing up now”, said the barmaid from across the room.
The man had just only finished when she spoke, and he rose to his feet. Sliding a hand into the pocket of his pants, idly chewing his lip, he draws out two coins and places them upon the table next to the untouched tea.
The barmaid waved and gave a customary, “Good night sir.”
He was on his way, into the foggy town dimly lit by the scarce paper lantern every few yards. The stars weren’t visable this night through the veil of fog that surrounded the town. His shadowed form cut through the veil as he made his way along the gravle road. Feet crunching softly beneath each step, sounding through the quiet night.. Few people were awake at this time, if any.. The town was a small farming town that paid a large amount of taxes on it’s grown food goods to the Emperor. To insure people getting to bed early the Emperor set a curfew upon the village. This served only one purpose, and that was because the Emperor thought if there wasn’t a certain time everyone had to be in that no one would get any work done come morning. Needless to say, this man was out well past the curfew and despite how quiet footsteps seemed, they were loud in this town. He manuevered through alleyways and lithely hopped over fences untill he had made his way out of the commercial district and into some of the surrounding country. The farming soil was wet as he walked across it, making a long trail of footsteps, his destination set well past the horizon.
The man passed unnoticed by the gaurds at the giant stone archway that marked the Emperor’s territory, though they did look around unnerved by the crunching noise. He trailed off the path through an orchard, absently plucking an apple from it’s boughs. An ethereal woman watched him from afar, hands clutched to her chest and tears running down her cheeks, as the man dissapeared into the horizon and the twilight of the sky.
Back in the town, the man’s material twin with unbraided hair lay cold in his bed, his lover kneeling at his side and crying into his shoulder.
It was a cold day, that was for sure. Freshly hewn leaves rolled across the gray concrete; their scraping sound drowned out by only a frequent large gust of wind that blew annoyingly over one’s ear. I watched my breath drift out my mouth and it reminded me of one of my only recluses in this dull life I lead.
I like to dabble in philosophy, and it takes up most of my thought process. Yet, I don’t know where my strengths lie. I don’t care, what’re they going to be used for anyway? In this one year incubation period I have left to wait before I move out on my own, I’m surrounded by depressing thoughts and actions. Nothing can uplift me except for female company, good music, and a good smoke. Things I feel will die, as my other joys once did.
As a youth I found entertainmaint in almost everything, and I found many people as good company. Despite their faults I still treated them as worthy individuals and treated them with as much respect as someone in grade school could. I never thought of any of this, of course. Who ever thinks of that kind of thing in grade school? As time drew on I began to draw away from people more and more, for whatever reason. I couldn’t honestly tell you. It could be just that everyone had found their company, and I had mine aswell. So no one bothered to expand any further, they were either happy or they weren’t. I was indifferent to the situation, for the most part. I began seeing more and more faults in people and not forgiving them, unless I had known them from the past. My inner thoughts are screaming the question “Is that why it’s expected to put on a happy facade when we first meet people, to get them to like us when our faults are later revealed?”, and I can’t deny it.. U2 wrote it best, when they sang..
“You’ve got to cry without weeping.”
“Talk without speaking.”
“Scream without raising your voice.”
As time rolled on, I noticed I wasn’t as much a scholar as my gradeschool grades showed. I scored good grades in gradeschool, scared of what would happen if I didn’t. In the beginning of middle school, they slipped, and they rose to average to get by. The next year of middle school, it didn’t matter anymore. I had lost interest and I wasn’t going to go back. I spent my time studying things I enjoyed, and probably weren’t extremely useful, looking back on the coming years.
I went back to highschool, a grade behind from what I should’ve been in.. I thought something would be different, I didn’t remember what the experience was like... The last time I actually bothered with school was, hell, a few years earlier..
On a side note, though, it goes to show you who would call someone who doesn’t do well in school an idiot, that they very well may not be. I still consider myself to be a learned individual. Not nessicarily trained, but learned. I’m that wild talent that’s so dangerous.. The intellectual mind that thinks but isn’t trained. I make an effort to study more of everything now, to subside some of those more obscure thoughts, but they still come around and I don’t mind it.
Back to highschool, it was no different. The same immaturity and some of the same classes I had taken in middle school. Not to mention now that it was more strict and larger, it was hell. I skipped school after a few months of it, and I ended up almost fighting a legal battle with my high school. I left early, by means of “homeschooling”. It’s true to some degree. A laugh broke the air, and I came out of my thought monologue to realise it was my own laughter. My dog had finished his buisness on someone’s lawn that I had no intention of picking up, and we continued our merry way.
As I stripped down naked and stepped into the shower, I began thinking of random thoughts I’ve had during the past few drug induced days. I had realised to some degree, after contemplating a verse of “The Analects of Confucius” that I am very close to being a recluse. It made sense.. I dealt with people very little, wasn’t in “school”, and am a very independant person. The only thing that I believe would seperate me from that, is that to some degree, I remain compassionate towards my fellow human race. I would abolish all ignorance from the world sooner than I’d make myself a rich and comfortable man. There are many who would, or they would say so at least and would advocate you if it was your decision and not theirs. If I were very religious, I’d pray that the last sentance I said was wrong. Drying my hair, I decided it wouldn’t be nessicary to comb it. I had a hunch I wouldn’t be going anywhere today. It looks good enough without being combed anyway. I dressed in my last fresh set of laundry and exited the bathroom.
Waiting downstairs for the next day to come, not before I talked to the girl known as Lauren, was good enough for me. If it were a good day, I’d have taken a walk and partook of an herbal blend before I came home. Possibly, maybe that night instead had a good stiff warm beer or two. The way you seek various highs when you’re young seems to never be all that pretty. Unless you’re loaded, and by loaded I mean cash.