Monday, December 8, 2008

An authors commentary

They pull to the side of the road.
he's tired of driving.
they both feel lethargic.
its late afternoon, their stopped at a rest stop place on the side of the road, dirty bathrooms, picnic tables. They're in the middle of the desert, laying in whats left of the parks grass. There's a family far away eating fast food on a nearby picnic table.
He brings the papers.
"the papers."
He still had "the papers"

this was still seriously the coolest present.


two Christmas's ago she ripped out every page in her diary about him, the good, the bad, the angry, the heart broken things she wrote about him, tied them up and gave them up to him. She made her first bold move. He still had them. She felt embarrassed. But he still liked them.

they talk about what happened that year. She explains. An authors commentary. They speak honestly and they expose their true thoughts, their words stop making sense, they talk deeply about their lives together up to this point.
memories
pain
they rejoice
thoughts
conversations
their history summed up in a conversation and a handful of papers. the papers she dwell ed over at night. the ones she wrote so thoughtfully and stapled together for him. Her thoughts wont come out clearly, she feels humiliated and relieved at the same time. Shes afraid, they're finally discussing about what had changed her life forever. She has no idea why she feels so bad, he scoots closer to her, Shes tense. He sits up. Lights up. A thick familiar aroma emenates around them. They are in their own world. The noises surrounding them mute. In their own world together. they feel as one, their heads heavy. Movement slower than usual. surreal. On their backs they sink into the ground. Their own world, where they sink into the ground.

Her fear fluxuates.


California
money
judgement
getting caught
driving
California
darkness

she shapes back into reality

shes with him
warm.
infinite.
free.
they don't know where their going,
full,
free
and they are together at last living their lives.

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