Post by Sparky Cobalt on Sept 21, 2009 1:25:28 GMT -5
Your body may be gone, I'm gonna carry you in.
In my head, in my heart, in my soul.
In my head, in my heart, in my soul.
Crunch.
Leaves were starting to fall already.
Fall already.
Autumn.
And maybe we'll get lucky, and we'll both live again.
Well, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, don't think so.
Well, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, don't think so.
A season of dazzling colors, raining leaves, storms, messy sidewalks. Grey skies at sunrise. Melancholy student activity.
Sparky was excited.
It wasn't often he got excited, either. You had to remember, his days consisted of less activity than the average rodent's. Then again, that was a bad example. Mice, rats, rabbits(?!) were very active. Probably because they had such short life spans. Plus, there was always a lot to do, especially if babies were on the way. And knowing rodents, there always were. Had to keep the population going and all that. Who'd eat the leftover grain?
Well that is that, and this is this.
You tell me what you want, and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me, you get away from me.
I collected my belongings, and I left the jail.
'Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.'
I had to think awhile, I had to think awhile.
You tell me what you want, and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me, you get away from me.
I collected my belongings, and I left the jail.
'Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.'
I had to think awhile, I had to think awhile.
It was odd how his life hadn't changed much since he'd become a teacher. Well, his walks through the halls left behind a trail of more snickers than before, as now that he was a professor this meant more and more people recognized him for who--and what--he was: A talentless, stuttering blob of apologies. Pathetic. Teagan's dog's dinner leftovers, to put it a certain way. Not that Teagan of all people remembered him, he guessed. Teagan had other things to deal with.
Like herself.
And only herself, if that was how she wanted it.
The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both grow old.
Well I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. I hope so.
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both grow old.
Well I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. I hope so.
Sparky sighed, one foot after another flopping forward in an awkward walk down the path leading away from the school. It would be good for him to get some exercise, go down to the town, stretch his legs. Really, he was just tired of staring at his ceiling, wishing he had better ideas for classes now that he had to teach two. What the hell was Talon thinking? He didn't know how many times he'd asked that exact question in his head, scratching at his scalp while trying to scribble down some sort of 'lesson plan'.
His brown eyes reflected the somber skyscape as he looked up, eyes draining color from the sky and into his soul and cheeks, pinkish at the center and fading into the usual pale otherwise. Slightly colder than a usual morning. He hadn't dressed appropriately, but this was perhaps on purpose. His usual long black robes swished about his feet, worn black shoes crunching at the ground in the same pace he'd always had, even as a child: too slow, too uncertain.
Well, that is that, and this is this.
Well, you tell me what you saw, and I'll tell you what you missed;
When the ocean met the sky.
You missed when time and life shook hands, and said goodbye. You missed when the earth folded in on itself.
And said "Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
Well, you tell me what you saw, and I'll tell you what you missed;
When the ocean met the sky.
You missed when time and life shook hands, and said goodbye. You missed when the earth folded in on itself.
And said "Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
Before long he'd cleared the gates, the fences, the sparse trees that decorated the 'road'side. He was in town, at this point. Buildings, houses, official offices, stores lined both sides of Drakborough's main street. Some of them were still dark from the night of rest, others were already bustling with generic small-town activity. He did she did it said she fucked he killed what a bargain on this ham, I'll take two. Clouds scuttled by unnoticed, uncared for, abandoned, spat out of the ground like sunflower seeds from the grizzled baseball player coming out of the dugout.
Now that he was here, he didn't know what to do or where to go. He hadn't had much of a plan.
Never did.
Not when he was shipped here by overly-trusting and forgiving parents.
Not when he'd called after Teagan that day all those years ago, near where he stood right now.
Not when he'd sledded down a mountain of snow in a sleigh made of bacon.
Not when he'd graduated.
And certainly not now, when the only thing at stake was perhaps his breakfast and a few knuts and sickles.
The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
The more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind.
Well, I don't mind, I don't mind, how the hell could I mind?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
The more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind.
Well, I don't mind, I don't mind, how the hell could I mind?
He breathed in some of that cool air, filling his lungs and mind and heart and soul with it.
Maybe living like that wasn't so bad.