The End
There is just this one road that leads you to the end. And every time you are tired, you sit at the pavement, watching the silvery lure at the fork of the road. Every time you see it, stretching your legs, it seems even more enticing.
And every time you feel enticed, you give yourself a reality check. The booze doesnt work then. Neither does the hallucinatory charm. You can see clearly sometimes, even through the fog. Maybe thats one of your several superpowers. Sometimes you wish you hadn’t any. So that the booze would make you go down that road, that would end it all. But you can’t. You won’t. It’s just not you. And you so want to remain you. Because you love yourself. Because its all you have.
He sometimes watches you looking with a frown. Looking at the bright crystal haze that he is conjuring up. He works real hard to make you give up.
Fight fight fight… fight till the end. Go to the mattresses as Corleone tells Sonny. As Tom tells Meg.
You get up. Tie your shoe laces and walk on. Back away from the end.
- Neha
Tags: The Godfather, You’ve got mail, Don Corleone, Sonny Corleone, Tom Hanks, Meg Ryan
K. says:
damn I spend all my time on the pavement, maybe I should back up too. good piece Neha.
January 12th, 2006 at 11:10 pm
DeEp says:
neha, dont go too deep , let the muncipality ppl do their work , get off the pavement ! a lot of traffic jam outta there ! lol
January 19th, 2006 at 12:04 am
ER@sUrf3R says:
My mom would love you for writing that if she read it…
January 23rd, 2006 at 01:31 am
Neha says:
tell your mom that i’d love her too, if she’d read it.
January 23rd, 2006 at 06:44 pm