He was a storyteller, as in, a liar.
He wanted to be so much more, it was obvious, but he just, never seemed to be able to believe in the angel of his better nature.
He had a face that was easy to look at, pretty eyes and sweet smile; but something of it said sad, lost and taker.
I walked closer to him, Core following me as always.
I secretly hoped he would be able to move more than three feet from me soon, but I understood his current need. It was once my own, one that leaves scars on the spirit.
I wanted to be near the stranger and see if I sensed any interference with his path, either daemonic or earthly.
Core and I sat near him on a pollen-covered bench and listened in on his phone conversation.
It was getting harder and harder to see a person talking to another person face to face these days, and we knew, it would only get worse.
He was talking in sweet tones, clearly to a woman. The first thing I noticed when I sat next to him was he was not truly himself. He, had never been offered a chance to see his true self for very long, had turned his oppression and repression into weapons of common usage and denial.
I could see a little boy, a young man but all wrapped up in an old mans philosophies. His progress clearly rushed, was little more than a tight little ball of confusion and practiced safety words spoken with staggered success.
The next thing I notice was his smell. He did not smell good.; it wasn't even a smell I had encountered on very many living humans.
I looked at Core, and he was scrunching his nose.
"What do you smell Core?"
"Someone is rotting and has an angry damaged spirit. The family smothered him and forgot to kill him"
I smiled at how simply he could put things. When we are new here, we do have the gift and ability to speak simply and say volumes, like a child might.
I looked over at our subject again, and he was saying "um hum, um hum," with such a passive tone, it was obvious he was luring.
He turned and looked at me. He offered no real smile, just the one he had practiced to keep people from hurting him.
My heart sang a song to me from long ago, remembering the woman who sang it in her broken tones.
"I saw you in a dream and heard a sigh; you lost true love in the wink of a lie. Tell me a story of true heart and I will show you a loyalty that never will part."
I remembered the woman’s clear brown eyes shone with the madness only a heart broken into pieces could create.
So that’s why I sensed all the old ghosts around him that he would not shake.
"Core, what is the best thing to do here in your opinion?"
He looked at me as if I said "hey Core look a flying crab!"
"Do? There is nothing, to do here. He has made his choices and I say let him wallow in them. He is what he has decided to be Lesser, and I don’t I can’t feel, need here to, I just want to smash him in his talking monkey face and.."
I smiled at him and softly stroked his strong, tense back and spoke softly to him.
"Ok, Core, it's ok, please just, breathe ok?"
Core was still in the throws of becoming corporeal. It is not, a good feeling, and causes a lot of inner strife to say the least.
He was right; crazy as hell in his speech, but right.
They do make their own choices after all, and it was not the job of every enlightened being to come and offer a lamp to their path. It was their power and right, but not their responsibility.
I listened more as he talked, and felt the heart ache to come.
His words floated on grey and dull blue tones to my ears and harmed me as they settled into my spirit. The hope inside was a selfish gain and tender broken hope all at once. The relentless warning it all offered, but not received, entered me.
It washed over me in confusion filled pain waves that made my heart heavy, my stomach hurt and my mind feel as if it were covered in dirty cotton.
I smelled cheap tokens of love, broken roses and the desire to kill something of very high substance in someone not yet coveted, completely for the game. I wanted this feeling gone, and pushed it out with the light of the spirit of my shell. I opened my eyes and the world looked a little less horrible, for I was not the one wielding a rusty sword and stealing wings in hopes of killing the love that will not come to me. My broken heart was past, and left only this ability to sense it’s rebirth in another soul. I mourned for them all for a moment more.
I stood up and shook off the terrible future of this man and those he were here to trick.
Core near bounded away from me and toward a coffee shop looking back at me with implore in his eyes.
He was always hungry. I don’t remember being so, but we all come to the killing ground differently.
I walked to the shop slowly, Core already walking through its doors. I looked back once more. The man looked up and me, and nodded. I nodded back, and wished the players well.
©SMBW
6/15/2007
**this is a smaller piece of a larger work already written and acknowledged as My Own work. All characters and story line are mine.Take nothing from it but the small amount of enjoyment I humbly offer**
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