Said the spider to the fly
Dear Mom,
This is the fifth letter i'm writing oyu this week. Things aren't getting better here. Its been a month here on campus, and I'm among the few in the aviaiton school who can't fly.
I just cannot get along with anyone over here- I have no friends whatsoever. Most of them avoid me like I'm, some sort of a freak. The rest just sit with their little groups and stare at me whenever I pass by, whispering to each other when I'm gone. Its like the whole world is against me.
This is the first time I'm away from home, mom, and the world seems like such a coold place. People back home were so nice to me.
I didn't want to tell you this, but in the first week, I met this girl- she was the msot beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my life. She had the most beautiful set of eyes, and floated around with the grace of a queen. She even spoke to me. She told me all about the dirty neighborhood she was from, and how they had to move away after the whole place was cleaned out. Now they in a street oppisite that lovely restaurant where we had my birthday party.
But once she realised I wasn't like other guys, she stopped talking to me , just like the others.
Tell me mom, tell me, why am I the way I am. Why are my legs so long, and why aren't I as fast as the other. Just last week, one of the teachers took a look at me, and said I'd grow up to be a killer. Why mom, why. You said that you'd always tell me when I get old enough, you'd tell me. Mom , I'm twenty and i think its time you told me ...
Love,
Dameian.
Son,
I know we've had this talk plenty of times, but life is all about adjusting. The race is not always to the swiftest, nor the battle to the strongest. Maybe being diffrent from everyone is the best way to be sometimes. It is like keeping yourself above the rest, aloof of sorts. That girl you were talking about, I suppose thats what upsets you the most, well, if she can't accept you for who you are, she doesn't deserve you.
About the promise I made you, I have to bring myself to the point of fulfilling it today. The truth about your father is that he's not dead, we just couldn't live with him. Our love was a mistake, it never should have been. I was young at the time, floating around with no purpose. Your father was the crude savage kind. This was perhaps what attracted me into his web. I was trapped, couldn't break free. My life was finished, but he fell in love with me, and cut me free. Soon we realised that this relation was not possible, and ew stopped seeing each other. You were born as the result of an unnatural relatoinship, and this is why you are special, different from the others, and thats why I love you so.
But son, its time you realised that the others don't scorn you- they are afraid of you. You study in an aviation academy for flies, but you are half fly , and half spider.
Love,
Mom
This is the fifth letter i'm writing oyu this week. Things aren't getting better here. Its been a month here on campus, and I'm among the few in the aviaiton school who can't fly.
I just cannot get along with anyone over here- I have no friends whatsoever. Most of them avoid me like I'm, some sort of a freak. The rest just sit with their little groups and stare at me whenever I pass by, whispering to each other when I'm gone. Its like the whole world is against me.
This is the first time I'm away from home, mom, and the world seems like such a coold place. People back home were so nice to me.
I didn't want to tell you this, but in the first week, I met this girl- she was the msot beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my life. She had the most beautiful set of eyes, and floated around with the grace of a queen. She even spoke to me. She told me all about the dirty neighborhood she was from, and how they had to move away after the whole place was cleaned out. Now they in a street oppisite that lovely restaurant where we had my birthday party.
But once she realised I wasn't like other guys, she stopped talking to me , just like the others.
Tell me mom, tell me, why am I the way I am. Why are my legs so long, and why aren't I as fast as the other. Just last week, one of the teachers took a look at me, and said I'd grow up to be a killer. Why mom, why. You said that you'd always tell me when I get old enough, you'd tell me. Mom , I'm twenty and i think its time you told me ...
Love,
Dameian.
Son,
I know we've had this talk plenty of times, but life is all about adjusting. The race is not always to the swiftest, nor the battle to the strongest. Maybe being diffrent from everyone is the best way to be sometimes. It is like keeping yourself above the rest, aloof of sorts. That girl you were talking about, I suppose thats what upsets you the most, well, if she can't accept you for who you are, she doesn't deserve you.
About the promise I made you, I have to bring myself to the point of fulfilling it today. The truth about your father is that he's not dead, we just couldn't live with him. Our love was a mistake, it never should have been. I was young at the time, floating around with no purpose. Your father was the crude savage kind. This was perhaps what attracted me into his web. I was trapped, couldn't break free. My life was finished, but he fell in love with me, and cut me free. Soon we realised that this relation was not possible, and ew stopped seeing each other. You were born as the result of an unnatural relatoinship, and this is why you are special, different from the others, and thats why I love you so.
But son, its time you realised that the others don't scorn you- they are afraid of you. You study in an aviation academy for flies, but you are half fly , and half spider.
Love,
Mom
posted by David at 5:49 AM
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