Thursday, August 28, 2008

Dodo and the park.

It began this morning. My first day of Junior High School. I'm with Kylie. She really is my best friend. In her car. Drive to a park. Smoke cigarettes. A lady, her eyes are blue, but they are red too. She walks slowly to the window of my friends car. She's crying. She's hurt. She suffers. I suffer too, although i didn't tell her. She points to the car parked next to us. The man had three small dogs. He was sitting in his car while they ran around. She was still crying. Her voice shook as she spoke. Her words were like a melody of a sad song, just heartbreaking. "That man, he left me here all night, with nothing, nothing at all." He hits her. They are married. She is scared. I handed out my cigarette. "Paul Mall." That's what i said; like it would actually help the situation. She took a drag. Handed it back over. It didn't help anything. "You are so beautiful. You have such pretty blue eyes." She had blue eyes too. Hers were also beautiful. That, i did tell her. "Oh, but he doesn't care," she said. The man was just sitting there, right in his car. She must have been in her sixties. How many years has she been with him? She told me. I forgot. "Why don't you pack up and leave? Do you have any sisters or brothers?" i said. She can't, her brothers wife is a "bitch." She loves her dogs too, but they hold her back. They are the only thing that bring her happiness. She told me that. Her eyes were still red. She has no where to go. "Be careful who you get into relationships with." That's what she told me. That is what she told me. That is what she told me. That is what she told me. Do i listen, or just take precaution? I know that didn't happen for no reason. I was supposed to hear that. She asked me my name. "Karina," i said. "Call me Dodo." Dodo was supposed to tell me that.

My best friend was scared, i thought i was. I thought i should have been, but i wasn't. I wanted to help her. I really did. School was starting in seven minutes. We had to go. We said so, and drove off. I would have stayed the rest of the day there right with her. She was scary, but i wasn't scared. She needed the help, but did she help me?

Parks are supposed to be a happy place.

Dodo was supposed to tell me that.

Monday, August 25, 2008

In between

Would it be easier to chose between an exaggeratory imagination of what could be or the cold reality of actual truth itself? And what is true in the case of truth? Who decides between what is real and what is not? What does the past bring to the future? Everything or nothing at all. Or maybe somewhere in between. I'm always so in between.