Kevin was miserable
Letters cluttered his desk. Half written lyrics on white paper were strewn about. He'd been alone and keeping
himself locked in his study trying to finish that one song that he knew was trying to get out. He needed to
shave. And he was pretty sure it had been a few days since he had taken a shower.
The past couple of days had left a bad taste in his mouth. Things had been off the past couple of days.
Things just hadn't seemed right. Something was off balance, something was missing.
The guys and him had gotten back together to finally work on an album after almost two years. Everything
was going smoothly in that area. Everyone was getting along. He no longer felt the need to direct and lead.
Things were great.
On the outside that is.
On the inside he had been slowly self-destructing. Ever since his last failed relationship he had felt that he
was doomed to fail in finding that one person who would make all those sappy love songs come true for him.
Not even he could believe he was thinking this.He couldn't talk to the others about this. They all had found that person, so why not him? He just wanted to be completely satisfied. Find the
someone that would complete that part of him he was searching for.
When the writers block had finally put a full-fledged wall between him and his pen he decided just to put the
pen down. He sat staring at all the papers for 20 minutes. They crowded his desk where they had been left by his assistant. Boredom got the best of him eventually and he finally chose to sift through them and actually get some work done.
That's when a pale blue envelope caught his eye.
Why hadn't he noticed this letter before? And how did it get there? Did his assistant leave it there? It wasn't
there the day before.
When curiosity got the better of him he finally opened that letter. What was waiting for him would leave him
speechless. It would change everything.
Today, for you, was one of those days where everything was the same, and yet something was causing it to
become very different.
You woke up and everything was still, quiet, and as it should be. No sound. Just you and your wakening.
You sat up. You were suprised you were so awake after your not so perfect sleep the night before.
You didn't speak, for you were afraid of what you might hear, what you might disturb. You sensed
something different in the air around you.
Why was this ordinary day, not seeming so ordinary anymore?
You stood and started the normal, usual ordinary morning routines.
But this morning you stopped in front of the mirror. Someone had caught your attention.
You looked at your reflection, but this wasn't your normal reflection this time.
You looked at the disshelved hair, the smooth forehead that awaits the lines of everyday life. You
looked at the mouth in the reflection. The still lips that would remain unmoving Theywould only contradict
themselves. They sang of love and truth, but then stopsthe sweet words and mention the pain and hurt.
Then you notice what you didn't know you were looking for the entire time. The part that has
been the same all your life and is the ordinary from which you receive all your other ordinaries
from. You peered at the colorful orbs from which your heart, soul, and mind speak from.
This is what is that un-normalcy of the day, the part of the not so ordinary of your ordinary day.
You weren't just looking at you anymore.
You were looking at me.
I am you, and how you see me. I've always been here waiting, watching you.
You can't see me, but you feel me.
You don't fight me because you can't fight yourself.
Now this hasn't been another ordinary day.
You found what you've been looking for, but do you know and understand what it is?
You turned away because you were afraid of the knowledge you never knew you had.
You turned back to your ordinary day, the silence that is screaming so loud at you.
Now you'll wait again for another one of those ordinary days.
That's when you'll find me.
I've been looking for you too.
~I'm waiting.
How did this person know his routines for the past few days? How did this person know what
had been happening to him.
For whatever reason he didn't believe it could be a psychotic fan that had hit a little too close to home.
They had hit it dead on. Someone knew him. Better than he thought possible.
But who was she?
And like the light that comes after storm, the wall was slowly lifted.
The words once again flowed and he knew that everything was going to be okay.
He was going to be okay.