Inspiration of Revenge

Today one of my best friend inspired me without trying.  I normally do not listen to country music, but I had this one song downloaded on my Amazon cloud so I listened to it.  The song started and I was instantly drawn to it because it is written in a minor cord.  To me it is funny to watch people cross my life.  Most of them march to the same drum of the same band playing a major cord, but I like to add a different step or beat to my drum.  I appreciate it when others show me something new.  I would compare it to the idea of standing up straight while you walk on your feet to deciding to flip upside down and walk on your hands.  I am going to share something in hopes someone will like it.  If not, well then you miss out suckers. Just kidding



       The rain fell hard burning her cheeks as she tried to decipher her tears from the rain drops.  After years of being a prisoner to society she decided to let herself go.  For once her powers would be released out into the open.
        As she kept walking her long jet black hair that had flown in the wind began to settle in weight from all the water it collected from the rain.  Her leather trench coat was ruined all the way to the silk red lining that is stuck to her skin.  As her her black liner and mascara ran down her face she wished things had not ended the way they did.  She told him to leave her for once and for all.  After one lie too many and promises of being there by her side she took it upon herself to pull the strength from within and say, "Jackson, if I had meant that much to you, you would have been the one to start the conversations, you would not have stood me up when you ran to others beck and call.  I'm done."
       After she had said that her eyes turned white with anger.  There was the thought of professional, responsible, and mature, but what about just being.  She tried to block out the memory of Jackson's sadness as she allowed the anger to over power her.  No more holding back and she didn't.  He stuttered in apology with another excuse the same as all the other times.  Still enough is enough and she screamed causing the wind to rise.
         Her tears turned red as she recalled watching Jackson blow away.  Blood dripped down those dark eyes as she grabbed her hair and running her hands through it. Distracted she tripped and fell to the ground in pain.  Sometimes when you think a person is there for life, that person gets swept up in the weather of life to allow you space to decide if you want to waste the time on them that they would rather not spend on you.


Ok, so it is a bit dark, but with every happy thought that needs to be release so do the dark ones.  It is the same as taking the bad along with the good in life so you can appreciate the good times.  I like writing stuff like this because it shows a passionate side of me that is otherwise locked up.  There is really no revenge here, but the song that inspired the writing talks about revenge....or maybe just a clean start.


Reference:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJgoHgpsb9I