Allow me to paint you a picture. I was a 17 year old kid displaced from my home after my house had some mold in it, who that summer had brand new clothes for the new school year that August. the most popular television show on my favorite cartoon channel, was of course Dragon Ball Z. Even though I was more of a Sailor Moon fan, I ended up buying several Dragon Ball Z shirts for the new school year…
Living in a hotel, unable to go back to where most of your stuff is, is a terrible thing. We spent Summer, Fall, and I believe the start of Winter in a hotel. Our multi-disc DVD player was stolen from our home along with a few other things including my copy of the anime movie Ranma 1/2: Nihao My concubine, but I’m getting off track.
So there I was, trapped in a hotel for several months, mostly with the supplies that I had cobbled together from what was my life before major construction had begun on my home.
I wore a crap ton of Dragon Ball Z shirts. That’s where all of this was going. I’m not sure why I dragged it out as long as I have.
I was sitting in a classroom one day, and a classmate looks over at me in my DBZ shirt, and goes something like “Another Dragon Ball Z shirt? Dang… you must really love that show, huh?”
I then replied the only way I knew how… “I did. I almost literally have no other shirts right now other than Dragon Ball Z shirts.” It was a very sad moment in my history.
I’m really glad that we left the hotel before Christmas. Fun fact, someone who worked there at the time, now works with me at my current job.
On a sweet Spring night,
When flowers beam from the moons light.
I saw you sitting there waiting for him.
He who has made you cry and weep when you think of him,
Yet he still has a foothold on your warm heart,
Where I wish I could be, but he stands in that part.
I watched for an entire hour and he never showed,
So you once again wept from your face to the road.
I took a chance and came with you.
But when I saw your face, I couldn’t confess to you,
Because I was afraid of your reply,
But silenced again, I just hug you and die,
Because I am too afraid to live without you.
I have been awake for a long time now,
and thus my mind makes midnight magic
of sadistically streaking shadows.
I close my eyes but sleep doesn’t come.
I see him from across the room.
Watching, waiting, and wondering when.
The darkest and deepest eyes peer, penetrate, and paralyze.
I keep praying it’s just my active imagination.
He keeps coming closer to my bed.
Inside my covers I forever fight my ferocious fears.
Soon the sun shall slaughter my silent assailant.
I just pray that I can make it to the dawn.
( 2008 )
I find Shadow people so fascinating, and terrifying. I first learned about them via Art Bell’s radio program, Coast to Coast AM… and yeah. So I have three friends who both seem trustworthy, yet claim that they have seen shadow people before. *sigh*