From: "Crimson X" Subject: Fly Away (1/1) Date sent: Fri, 13 Mar 1998 19:23:59 PST TITLE: Fly Away AUTHOR: Crimson X CLASSIFICATION: v, angst, romance RATING: PG SUMMARY: Mood piece. Takes place after the red and the black - Scully's thoughts. DICLAIMER: I didn't use any names, but it *is* Mulder and Scully and they are *not* mine. lyrics belong to POE. NOTE: This is a mood piece. All grammar and punctuation mistakes were done on purpose and for a reason. All feedback, comments, and flames welcome: crimsonxx@hotmail.com V I S I T M Y W E B P A G E ** http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Labyrinth/9942/index.html ** ````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` fly away by: Crimson X ```````````` it makes sense that it should happen this way that the sky should break and the earth should shake as if to say, sure it all matters but in such an unimportant way as if to say fly away standing in the grainy yellow-brown sand. rough beneath my naked feet. the sea - swirls of cerulean and onyx - consuming eachother in an endless battling war that neither wins and neither looses. the sky is a black-gray abyss of hungry storm clouds. dark, rumbling, threatening. the smell is rough and salty. cold, icy and fresh. the omnipotent wind asaults my small form. blowing, howling, intense. my crimson hair grasps at my eyes, nose, mouth and cheeks. I make no move to push it away. it's free and tangled. my hands are keeping warm in my midnight blue windbreaker, which does nothing to live up to its name. the wind flatens it against my slight body. the sea breeze whispers harshly in my ears. calming me, warning me, assuring me, frightening me. as the waves come closer to shore they grow. greater, rougher, faster. intensifying, magnifying, augmenting. climbing, escalating, ascending. untill they reach the end. from their highest point they fall, collapse, and die. crash to the sand with deadly force. the dark waves eclipse, rolling gently over the sand. rushing white foam like wet cotton, dissapears like a lost thought. it makes sense that it should hurt in this way that my heart should break and my hands should shake as if to say, sure it don't matter except in the most important way as if to say fly away I am lost. gazing though the limpid sea waters, into my own thoughts. my own life. I think about him. always there, standing alone in the dark corner of my dreams. tall, dark and handsome. he is so dark, yet he is my light. my force, my hope, and my belief. my life is slipping through my fingers like water. I try to cup my hands together so tightly. but it still leaks through. little by little. I need an extra set of hands to catch the residue. I need his hands. I need. why do I need him? when I have never needed anything. why do I want him? when I have never wanted anybody? why do I stay with him? when it is destroying me. I need him because I love him. I want him because I need him. I stay with him because without eachother we are nothing but two dark souls. alone, cold, and lost. looking for meaning in a pointless world. looking for color when we know we're blind. listening to crying and laughing when we can't hear a thing. it makes sense that it should feel this way that you slowly fade and yet still remain as if to say everything matters in such an invisible way as if to say it's okay fly away I can no longer see him like I used to. I can no longer look deep into the depths of his hazel eyes and see right through them to his soul. to his thoughts and dreams, wants and wishes, needs and hopes. his belief and truth have vanished. leaving a cold, dark deserted body without comfort. although he is here beside me, he is truly gone. drifting helplessly away and taking parts of me with him. but I want to go with him, and I will. and I will bring him back to where he belongs. with me. fade. black. end. ````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ~Crimson X crimsonxx@hotmail.com