Timothy

Jack's Twisted Kingdom
2002-09-25 18:03:05 (UTC)

Love & Tear Gas...

Tomorrow....

It shall be either the ruin of me, or the first day
of a new road to happiness for which I've not
known since October 21st, 1999. And I think
the day since, that I've rarely been actually been
happy with anything...

I am embarking on the last days...

The last time I shall be whom I was...

I am a Thief. I have only ever known that...

There has never been anything else.

Who am I? Am I Tim the bastard son of a bastards son?

Am I Frankie, the call centre guru whom everyone likes?

Am I Yorick, the Internet ghost who talks to his friends
who live a thousand miles or more?

I have talents they say. Writer, Graphic/Web Designer, Poet
others, and more to be sure...

But what is it that defines me? I have to my knowledge
almost never stolen from my friends, or rather, I have not
done so since I was 17. That was the last time I did.

I will not now, ever do it, and I abhor the thought of it.

Don't Shit Where You Eat. Thats the Golden Rule, I've known
and lived by since I was 19.

Don't ever think about dating a girl a friend was dating.

Don't ever commit murder, rape or acts of violence against
another human being.

And always try to be as honest as possible.

I wonder if I over compensate on that last one at times....

So getting back to tomorrow...

I am, going to break the golden rule. I am going to be
a thief again. I am going to be a complete idiot.

But no one here, where I live, with those whom I speak
to and enjoy fine company shall ever know, unless they
read these words. And even then, they won't be affected
by it. Not one of them shall even be aware, and I shall fly
like a wraith and become all that I am, was and after this...

Never again, shall I raise the gauntlet of the Thief within...

It may mean, that all my desires with the grrl whom I
would travel anywhere with if it were her will that I do
so, may end. I may have closed the door on that path
whether tomorrow yeilds fruit or not. I shouldn't think
that it will or won't....

It will start again... Over the next three weeks, I shall
plot and plan... execute and devine... The thief within
will rise and strike with it's ravenous fury....

CRY HAVOK!!!

And then the dust shall settle, and I shall slip quietly into
a slumber and wait, wait for the rain to fall....

I shall wake anew, the thief within gone, dissipated from
within, never to waken again...

And the road, this new road, it shall break me, or it shall yield
upon to me, such sweet fruits and wonders that I ever have
had yet to taste....

Tomorrow, I shall ask her out... Tomorrow I shall steal her soul...

Tomorrow I shall die a thousand lonely deaths impaled...

Tomorrow I shall ruin myself and awaken again...

Tomorrow I shall awake the thief within....

Tomorrow never comes...

An End... Perhaps...

Meh...


~T~