Life: Complexity And Adversity

1982 September - Help

When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

Sat in front of me was a young an with brown loose hair that curled at the ends, his face pale, his eyes red with anger, sorrow, pain. Underneath his eyes were bags. His lips cracked and his teeth tobacco stained, his nose crooked, broken. A cigarette drooped from his lips and like a noose it was loose, his lips clasped at it but they didn't really even clasp in honesty. Wyatt had let him self go.

Wyatt had made his decent into madness. If only his mind wasn't as rotten as an apple that had been left in the sun in the midst of Winter, sadly this was the case. Wyatt had fallen for a girl who had rejected him, his intense feelings had been his downfall. I, like him, knew this pain. I had suffered this pain and moved past it. Wyatt was experiencing this for the first time and it was my duty to help my dear friend through this stage. Help him feel at ease once more. I had Annalise still which surprised me, we had our bumps but I couldn't deny that she had me wrapped around her stubby, small, pinky finger and the only way for me to fall out of love was for her to make me hate her, this was highly unlikely since it didn't hate anyone and never have felt this emotion. Wyatt's heart needed fixing. I could try to help but who knows where that would lead.

We sat upon the banks staring into the lake in front of us. The muddy banks we sat upon were once sat on by us two before a year ago. I won't lie to myself this wasn't Deja Vu, I had chosen this place on purpose, it held good memories for the two of us, I had hoped that this might help with his feelings and the problem with this girl but of course my plan hadn't worked as I wanted it to. This was upsetting to say the least, more for him then it was for me.

"Ever been madly in love?" He asked turning his head slightly. "Honestly, I couldn't say yes or no." I say to him in soothing tones trying to calm him. "Even if they're an arsehole. You still love them." He smiled and said with a tone of sadness. "You would do anything for them, just because you love them." He said turning his head to the floor, bowing his head with sorrow. "It sucks because sometimes they fall out of love or you make a mistake and when you ask for forgiveness they just shrug it off." He started to sound angered. But then I saw the tears forming, he wasn't angry just very sad. "Worst of all, you'd follow them down the darkest path... Just for their attention." His voice crumbled like a castle upon a hill that had existed for centuries. "It feels so painful, you know?" He removed the cigarette from his lips and sighed, exhaling loudly. I didn't reply I understood this was rhetorical and did not need an answer. "Love is so fucked man." He placed the cigarette between his lips and took a breath, his eyes were red, his pale cheeks drenched with tears of distress that had fallen from his heavy eyes. "It hurts so fucking much!" He cried out. "I regret so much and she won't ever forgive me." He fell side ways and cried into the knees of a dead man walking. "I hate myself! And the monster I become!" He screamed. He the paused and sat up. "But I guess... I guess..." He stumbled over his words. He paused and then he just... Smiled. "That's just how it works." He wiped his face and tossed the cigarette. "Maybe she was Frankenstein and I'm the monster, her creation." He smiled and stood up. This is a perfect example of emotions in conflict. "What should we call them, women?" He asked, in a joking manner. "How does 'meat-eating orchids' sound?" I asked trying to cheer him up. He laughed and so did I, the stupid joke had brightened the light that was so dim before.

We rose to our feet and walked for miles. We came across a pair of twin children, one called the other ugly, this made me smile since they were identical twins. Wyatt and I waltzed the streets of Seattle looking for the meaning of life, our lives in particular. Wyatt danced with me until we hit our stop. A young woman. Annalise. I haven't been entirely honest. We terminated our relationship once more and decided to call it quits. He looked at me. "Want me to stay?" He asked worried. "Go." I say. He follows my orders and just like in Shakespeare's many plays Wyatt has exited. Exeunt Wyatt.