Searching, Pierced and Suppressed
Reminiscing of an event or certain situation is a wondrous yet humorous little affair.We can play the entirety of the event within moments whereby the event actually took a span of one day or a few hours. Ongoing for few days my mind has been playing a modern form of a Shakespearean play, comparison to something that is highly regarded as “Romeo and Juliet” par Se is an impossibility but the forbidden love situation ever so much so what I had that evening.
Evening it was, a very late one at that. Hours upon hours of playful fun not just a few hours back has not even tire me out one bit. Closest of friends accompany me that evening, Mercutio and Benvolio, dinner was a slow and delightful affair. It has been such a long time that we the three had a dinner such as this….
Swiftly forward, I have declared upon myself that evening I shall do my utmost effort to bring myself forward unto the light and returned to the form that I was in before meeting supposedly “the love of my life”, the man who reads me where most shall never get….the one that get me on my knees with just a hint of smile, Paris. (story of paris shall be told in time). Mercutio, Benvolio and myself briefly walk across to the manor where our usual table and room awaits for our presence….not too long, we were joined by more of the Montague’s…
Sitting in the room with music thundering on in the background, playing songs of the age in mixtures that can become more addictive than poppy seed itself….there walks in a person a Capulet so intrigueing, modest…yet delightfully vain, Escalus. I have met Escalus once upon a time…a short brief meeting with words exchange not more than three, this standard is normal practice for person such as I…but for this particular new meet with Escalus, I force upon myself to exchange slight banter with him to free myself with the thoughts of Paris within me.
As words were exchange more and more…a thought crossed thy mind as “what in god’s good grace are you doing??” This Capulet, Escalus belongs to Tybalt…but the thought as like a shooting star, it crosses the heavens and shall never stay put…my sense of adventure persist and lost control of all actions. There I was with Escalus lock in actions that brings eyes surrounding the room to a halt.
All in all…as passionate as it was, Escalus was not the right person and Tybalt must be told of the actions taken place. I cannot face myself or place upon myself that kind of secrecy as it shall only damage the delicate closest myself and Tybalt has develop and one that I value most such as Mercutio’s and Benvolio’s.
Paper Drawn Boy 