Lauren Eaton Writing

“Always.” Little did I know that your always was only three years. Your love dried up and left me parched. I poured love in, hoping to fill you up and satisfy us both. I was afraid to let you go. My heart was cracked and dried ; I needed your love to replenish it, to restore it. To save it. But it was beyond saving. Until I met him; the only one whose love is truely eternal. The heart that was dead became alive in every moment I spent in his presence. I never knew I could esperience a love so pure and so deep. Your love was hate when I see what I have now. I need nothing else; he is the air that I breathe and the water that satisfies my soul. I will never fear losing his heart for he is the same, yesterday today and always. His always is not like yours; his always is until the very end of time and space. When you broke me I thought I could never be whole again and yet I am now more complete than I ever thought I could be. I am mpre me than I ever was with you. They say I should hate you for what you have done but instead I thank you; thank you for leading me to the rock that is higher than I. Your always is gone; his always has just begun.  

Outside my window the trees have fallen into deep slumber only to be woken by the spring. The birds have gone; I miss their cheery chatter. It seems as though they will never return but I know they will. The trees will wake and call to them and my garden will be filled with their voices once again. The winter is endless or so it seems but all things. bad and good, must come to an end. I wait in hope to see the first tiny green bud on the slumbering tree before me. Greyness never seems to end; the sky, the trees, the earth. When will the colour return? The sun rises but my bleakness remains. I wait, hoping the winter will not claim my soul as it did his. Every winter brings me back to his memory and I wonder how I did not see the winter consume him. As the warmth faded so did his smile. “Just tired” always his answer when I asked. My heart broke when the news did. Overdose; a word I was too young to understand. I could never know why he no longer was. Shut in his room, he had been disappearing for weeks, silence surrounding him. To young to understand, I waited, always believing his silence would end but now it is eternal. I stare at his motionless face staring up at me and I foolishly hope to wake from this nightmare; to hear his laughter once more. 

Words are important. Words matter. Words last forever and yet are gone in a moment. They destroy bones and confidences. They kill men and friendships. Words are the begining and the end. Words are the only thing that will remain when we are gone. 

“Whatever. I dont need this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door. Joey watched her walk down the driveway and around the corner. He wondered if he had made the right decision but there was no way to know. All Joey knew was that he didnt deserve to be used anymore. 

Lauren Eaton

dinosaurs

She reached the top of the last drift and stared for a moment at her destination. It was strange to long for a place that seemed so unwelcoming. She stumbled down the snowy slope. Using her frozen fingers to dig it out, the door was freed. She wrapped her aching hands around the twisted iron handle and pulled. Her hands slipped, she couldn't feel what she was doing. Her icy tears stung her cheeks. She was so close. She sucked in all the air around her and wrapped both hands around the door. She yanked at the door with all that she had. A sound of cracking glass followed and the door moved slightly. With renewed energy and tugged at the door again. It opened just enough for her to slide into the the darkness within. She pulled the door shut behind her and collapsed in to a heap on the floor. She didn't know what she was going to do tomorrow, but for tonight, she was safe.