Haves and Have NotsWeapons of Want desire needs,
Wanting what the Have Nots have,
Having what the Have Nots want,
Fulfilling an empty need,
Leaving the needy empty,
As the Haves have always had.
Well Road I've never lived in this town. It must be why the people ignore me and why my family is distant. Every time I visit my family something changes. Sometimes it's small, other times it's dramatically large-scale, but a few things always remain the same.
They must not know me. The faces and places change with every visit, and yet I know them. Could it be my perception?
Some things don't change, or at least I don't notice it. I realized this as I drove down Well Road; the main street of this town. It's a unique road because the asphalt is colored blue, it's a one way road, and is the only road in and out of town.
The town is incomplete, and so are its people, but the blue road extends for miles. Sections of the town don't exist until you just drive up to them, the town and the people seem to gain power the deeper I drive in.
Most of the faces are forgettable; few are engraved into the unchanging stone of the town.
Lamplight An imprint of me stretched across the room. The light from behind wanted nothing more to do with me. From the chair in the corner she pierced my shadow with her eyes; darkness did not dare stand in her way. She was still in her work clothes as she sat there with her legs crossed, staring at me.
Darkness billowed towards me as I shut the door. The solitary lamp next to her shone only on the open book she was holding. It dared not shine on either of our faces; mine out of shame, and hers out of fear.
"We can work this out!" I said without invitation.
Her eyes dropped back to the book. They moved over the last paragraph. She flipped to the final page.
As if I were SlangAs if I were slang, or some skewed definition,
I have been placed in this spacious intermission.
Everything unlike me is crashing on my niche,
My entire universe is lost in their stitch.
As if I were alone due to my disposition,
My mind races over the slightest premonition.
Secrets SharedHer eyes light up when I beckon her. I could read her face and instantly know her feelings. I would ask her what she's thinking. She would attach her right hand to my ear and whisper a secret that only music can share.
The Cat The cat hovered in the doorway, forbidden to enter by the barrier of light which shone from the window. The curtains had changed their mind about their color. The bookshelf must have sprouted legs to get to its new position. The couch seemed somewhat magnetically attracted to the table.
She pierced the light with her head and narrowed her eyes. Was that the smell of a new candle that saturated the room? The room echoed with her cry of confusion as she stood in front of this new version of the room that she had always known. Why hasn't her owner finished remodeling the room?
A cloud blinded the window. A shadow trotted across the room and glided onto a dark figure lying on the floor. She softly pawed at the figure, cried once more, and then ran off to another room. The cloud passed. There was a line of red paw prints across the room.