First few parts of an essay project

[Superodd13]

The lady down the hall is superstitious. I hear her calling out the rotes that society has taught us, I've seen her shift her path to avoid a black cat, or a ladder. Joe, the guy from the cornerstore, he's sure the government is out to get them. If you listen to him long enough, you might just think he's right. Then there's those creepy kids down at the bookstore, they almost live there. They always go on about their ghosts and other such "paranormal occurances." We're all crazy.




It was a hot day in June, the news said the high was 118. My air conditioner was broken. There had recently been a garbage strike. My new neighbors had a tom cat. The clouds hung low in the sky, the feeling of one of those storms was in the air. The storms that don't just herald the change of a pressure system, but seem more to change peoples lives. My phone rang, I put what I was smoking out, and ran for it.
"Hey, Seth? It's me Cyndi, I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight. Mabey have a couple of drinks, or catch a movie mabey?" came a woman's voice from the receiver.
"Yeah, hi. It's me. Sure we could go out." I managed to remember to say.
"Great, hey pick me up at seven o.k.?"
-click-
"O.k., sure."
I hung up the phone. I didn't really want to go out, but Cyndi was a good friend of mine. Besides, mabey we could swing by the liquor store and pick up a couple of bottles to share watching the storm roll in. We did, and we did, and when the night was over, she went home to her Samantha, the one reason I wouldn't have gone out with her when she'd asked. Now I have Stacey.


Some people hear voices, others know the rules, and a few... they see it all. There's all the knowledge of the universe all around us, some of it [all of it] is inside of us. Every iteration of larger magnifications, every step towards a larger puzzle, shows you the effects of small reverberances, miniscule vibrations in the lower echelons. Notice, wonder, muse over its repetitious pattern, hazy at first, it clears with the inches away, the fuzzy fractal getting clearer and less defined. The stone on the cliff patiently waits, unaware of it's rush through the course of entropy, it sits. The busy wind races across it's tough smooth exterior, bringing with it the soft caress of silky sand. Eons later, a mere microsecond of infinity, the cliff stands no more, now torn and ravaged by the smallest grain of mineral existence, no longer the sweet embrace of gentle harmless lessers, now the indomitable and unceasing assault of an aged and bitter love lost. Love replaced. Replaced by the overwhelming need, the unrelenting attention of the new majority, the new order in destiny.




The rain finally stopped coming down. It seemed like it had been weeks since there was more than a day's relent in the droning sheets of water. Droplets advancing constantly in droves like an overwhelming army of miniscule soldiers. Many rumors had started in the spring captivity. Many idle words stagnating in decorated prisons, parlors and dens, dining rooms and bedrooms, apartments that let none of it's torrent bound prisoners ever stray too far apart for too long. She was guarded more closely, Samantha had finally realized what a treasure she was so precariously close to loosing, she had at last understood how precious and rare a beauty that she had the pleasure to behold. Sam kept her busy. Sam kept her from me. I called. Sam answered. I rang. Sam greeted. I mailed. Sam messaged. The words flashing to being on the screen every few seconds were not a surprise for me, they were not new. I was to her, jaded. A tragedy struck at a moment so opportune, it seemed as if it were engineered. Planned. Ploted. I was as good as framed. I had no choice; there was no other conceivable option. I was trapped, but it seemed as if I was the one guilty of sabotage, what sweet irony. Isn't it funny how sweet attracts the strangest things? The most vile and base of things? Things that seem so debauched as to be debased and therefore be thrust into the cyclic and entropic decay that serves to be the evil worthy of cleaning the slate, the maggot used to leech the poison from a finger, impurity so refined and distilled, it absorbs and becomes one. As above so as below.
"Hey there" sliced the girls familiar voice through my oblivious dreaming of thought.
"Hey" I refluxed.
I could see that something was on her mind; it had her concern and her attention. "Where's Samantha? Aren't you two doing something today?" That is what I expected, like I said: busy.
"She had to leave" she seemed to almost remind me,” she said it was an emergency, so I didn't go to that play. I'm kinda glad though, I didn't want to see the play anyways."
A short insignificant eternal moment of my life passed. I had nothing to say. Everything I could think of was so stupid, so awkward, alien.
"Besides, this way I can spend time with you. I've missed you so much. I almost felt alone."
Cold fear and blazing ecstasy over took me then.
My soul long frozen in a protective sarcophagus of stone cold ice.
A ray of sunshine.
The kiss of an Angel.
The kiss of two demons.
The scorn of quintessential divinity.
The agony of empty hope.
Hollow and euphoric, broken and tranquil.
Entombed in my own wings.


What is normal anyways? Am I really that insane? Is my perception of reality so far skewed that it has become alien? Doctors tell people to wear glasses. What if your vision is only slightly off? Would you risk aggrivating the situation just to get a higher perscription? How do we know that the paradigm that was set before us is not merely a well defined superstition? Could we change our way of thought even to save our lives?

"Kiss me." Cyndi said.
I was speechless. Before I could say anything however, her lips were on mine.
I struggled to get my hands in between the two of us, she just thought I was getting into the mood. There was no way I could do that, no way I could risk ruining everything for her. No, I would be strong, she would not see it, but I would be strong, she would not feel it, but I would be strong.
We sat and talked and listened to the world outside. I felt so small. Two people out of billions, I had never thought of it that way.