A brief respite from prolonged writers' block. More of myself than I'd

like to face.

-- A.

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"The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,

The moon, their mistress had expired before;

The winds were withered in the stagnant air"

-- George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Darkness"

Bishoujou Senshi Sailor Moon : Speedway

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Genius, they call me. Genius, they whisper, as though it were a curse.

I've long since given up caring about it. After all, what do they know?

The girl they see isn't me. She knows nothing of her destiny. She

isn't afraid. She doesn't scream in her sleep at things she barely

remembers. She isn't... she isn't in love.

Gods, how I envy her.

I can't even paint any more. Everything I see is you, and you refuse to

be captured. Tenoh Haruka, what have you done to me? The floor of my

room is covered with torn scraps of paper, a thousand hopeless efforts

to remember.

One more try, perhaps, even though I know it will be no different to the

last. One more try, though my hands are trembling so much I can

scarcely hold the paper.

I barely even know you. We haven't spoken more than a few words, and

those I'm sure you've forgotten. How can you do this to me? You make

me feel things I'd never believed in... You make me forget.

Genius. If I were a genius, would I still be alone like this? Surely

then I could find the words to make you see.

Perhaps it's best that you never do, though. I should let you go, let

you run and keep running, pray that you never play a part in my dreams.

That night on the cruise liner, you told me you couldn't believe that I

could imagine the things I had painted. I have. That and so much more.

But I won't paint the truth. With my hands I'll put the light back into

your eyes, wash the blood from your skin, fight against the silence and

the darkness.

Because otherwise I have nothing to live for.

FIN

--

Adam Jones ([email protected]) (http://www.yggdrasl.demon.co.uk/)

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