There he is. The boy. The one you are obsessed with. Right there, down the street, at the store, or at a party. There he is. You fiddle with your fingers, look away, and maybe even feel your knees shake. What to do?
"Go talk to him." I whisper in your ear. I nudge you gently. You shake your head quickly, saying its no big deal. You say that every time. But I know. I know everything about you, I have been around forever. I try to help you all the time. With everything, but you never listen. You are too afraid. Always too afraid.
"You'll just get rejected." He whispers, my annoying brother. You look at him and nod. You always agree with him.
Questions go unanswered
I lie awake
The world is still turning
At the same rate
Everybody wonders
Why its not right
Everybody has time to think
Late at night
How do you put yellow into blue
Without making green
How can you love
Without ever wanting to scream
How do you put halos on angels
Without giving wings
How can you say goodbye
Without ever saying hello
Questions go unanswered
I sit alone
My head is clearing
But my thoughts they still roam
Time doesnt stop
For any one man
But you can try
Catch it if you can
How do you put yellow into blue
Without making green
How can you love
Without ever wanting to
Opening my eyes, I saw a great, vile yellow sky. This isn't right, I thought. Peering at my arms and legs, painful as it was, I saw the familiar mix of orange and black from the HEV suit. Though my body protested, I managed to stand up, and look around whilst sweeping dirt and grime off the suit. Around me were building, or rather, husks of what used to be buildings. Yet, there was a noise, that permeated through everything it seemed, a dull drone that seemed almost human. The familiar drone of headcrab infested humans. This is going to be one hell of a ride, I thought to myself.
After searching around the shed I found myself lying
Youre going to love it here Jessica.
Her green eyes reflected back at her as she glanced at the curved mirror. A small girl with folded arms was in the corner of the mirror. The girl wore a happy bunny shirt that said, Its cute how you think I care. She also wore jeans, and flip flops. This was Jessica, her teenage
daughter.
Mom, pay attention to the road, Jessica said with a sigh.
The woman shifted her eyes back to the road.
Where are my sunglasses? My purse. Dammit!
Jessica, can you hand me my purse? she asked, as she squinted her eyes.
Could you stop saying my name,
Jim and Dave shuffled down the street in the hot summer sun. Occasionally they would encounter an obstacle, such as a shopping cart, corpse, pile of trash, or burned out car. Depending on the size and nature of the obstacle, their zombie intellect would kick over into high gear, and a conversation such as this might ensue:
Braaaaaaaaaaains .
Rains! Rains! Raaaaaaaains1 .
Brains .
If the object was large, such as a chunk of flaming airplane wreckage, Jim and Dave would do the Zombie Shuffle around its perimeter, sometimes bumping into each other and the obs