A Look Into His Soul by Anita
Tears of grief, tears of sorrow. Tears of love and hate. He looked at her picture as tears fell. Fell from the heavens above.
The heavens tears touched the earth, gently creasing. His eyes bore no emotion for he felt empty.
He did not feel whole, or alive. He sat staring.
The gentle breeze kissed his cheek. Fame and love of fans did not make things better.
She was gone and it was no one's fault but his own. He knew the truth. His drug problem had driven her away. He had begged for her to come back.
"Hello" She asked answering the phone.
"Katie," he began, "I'm so sorry. Please come back." He had begged.
There was a pause, the silence cutting through his heart.
"I'm sorry A.J., I just can't."
Her words ran together in his mind. He hung up without saying good-bye. She was killing him by not taking him back.
He turned again watching the rain fall gently to the earth. He felt so alone, so useless to the world. He questioned his existence, his purpose to the world. He had no idea why he was there.
Alone, in a darken room, in a chair, A.J. sat. The breeze caused the curtains to dance.
He rose out of his seat and walked to the window. The wind threw the heavenly tears at him. He blinked back tears of his own.
He believed that there was not a reason for him to continue living. He wanted the pain to end. A.J. turned and walked back into the black room.
He picked up the picture of his love.
"Forgive me, I am sorry, I love you."
He placed the picture down so he wouldn't suffer seeing her smiling face. He sighed, the burden of his problems weighting him down.
He felt like a puppet to his problems. The invisible strings the drugs. They controlled him completely.
He was tied down yet he longed to be free. His legs performed a dance of sorrow.
He was invisible to the eyes of the people who didn't know him. People would not notice, what difference would it make.
He craved freedom for himself and reached out.
A knife cut the strings that made him a puppet. He was finally free.