theatrical_muse: Perception
Apr. 25th, 2006 03:03 pmHow others perceive me...I don’t think you really wanna know. Hell, I’m not sure *I* really wanna know.
Nah...seriously? I know how people see me...a nut. When I committed myself a while back, nobody was surprised. The folks in on it kept hinting that I ought to take advantage.
Okay...maybe I’m being a little unfair to my close friends...some of them might label me ‘eccentric’ to be polite, and some probably think I’m pretty harmless. Jess and Marcus, though...I know they worry about me. And it kills me every day that I can’t tell them the truth of what’s happening to me.
I want to tell them why I can’t sleep at night. I want them to know what I see, what I’m really *doing* above and beyond my job. It’s turned into a calling, one that I just might be able to handle...if not for the likes of Simon.
Wonder just how he perceives me...easy mark? A pushover? He must...after all, he’s still here. Still trying to finish the job he started four years ago.
Guess that’s where our perceptions differ. He sees me as a corpse waiting to lie still...I see myself as his own personal Purgatory, and the longer I survive? The longer he suffers.
It’s not much...but when there’s nothing else to hold on to? It’s enough.
Muse: Frank Taylor
Fandom: Haunted
Words: 229
Nah...seriously? I know how people see me...a nut. When I committed myself a while back, nobody was surprised. The folks in on it kept hinting that I ought to take advantage.
Okay...maybe I’m being a little unfair to my close friends...some of them might label me ‘eccentric’ to be polite, and some probably think I’m pretty harmless. Jess and Marcus, though...I know they worry about me. And it kills me every day that I can’t tell them the truth of what’s happening to me.
I want to tell them why I can’t sleep at night. I want them to know what I see, what I’m really *doing* above and beyond my job. It’s turned into a calling, one that I just might be able to handle...if not for the likes of Simon.
Wonder just how he perceives me...easy mark? A pushover? He must...after all, he’s still here. Still trying to finish the job he started four years ago.
Guess that’s where our perceptions differ. He sees me as a corpse waiting to lie still...I see myself as his own personal Purgatory, and the longer I survive? The longer he suffers.
It’s not much...but when there’s nothing else to hold on to? It’s enough.
Muse: Frank Taylor
Fandom: Haunted
Words: 229