Diary entry from January 2007

I wrote this about a true story in which I witnessed a man die in a car parked within an empty lot where a Toys R Us once stood. It was my childhood store. I am sure it was for many others, but it was mine. I got my first bike there. I got my first videogame systems there. I went there everyday after school, if not to buy a new mighty max toy, magic cards, D&D box set, or some McFarlane toy, I went to browse for hours. The store was demolished after the roof caved in during a heavy snow storm. All that was left was this empty lot and the car that currently possessed it. It was winter (As the date suggests in the title) and snowing out. I am on the way home from a series of doctors and am stopped at a red light, passenger with my father in drivers seat. On the otherside of the intersection where we are stopped the lot rests with the car resting in the middle of it. I am staring at this car, daydreaming, when I hear a loud screech and see a giant SUV skid sideways and crumple this car. It caved in like an accordion. The man in the car was shaken about like a rag doll and exits the vehicle through the closed passenger window due to the force of the crash and died immediately. The other man exits his SUV and begins to swear and assess the damage to his own vehicle, not noticing another man lifeless nearby. Not caring. It seemed incredibly personal to me. I may be selfish in feeling that, but it did. So I when I got home I wrote this.
THE END



~SnowFlakes~


1 Worlds passing by my head
2 Spin into endless oblivion;
3 Dodging the windshield, they separate
4 Until, in another life, they meet again.

1 The winter glaze, it coats the land,
2 And within each flake their lays the dead.
3 Within each flake sleeps the memory
4 Of a wondrous and forgotten city.

1 And if this life is just a dream,
2 A little piece of a larger machine,
3 Then wake me, wake me, wake me please
4 With an empathetic push towards reality.

1 Through the night, the darkness glows
2 As the moonlight reflects off the snow
3 With a pushing wind to guide my way.
1 As the cities scream below my feet,
2 Above my head they glide with naivety,
3 And I haven’t got the heart to explain



1 In the cold, my breath turns,
2 Spelling my words out in the air.
3 Then they thin and they dissipate
4 Until there is nothing left to say.

1 Shape the snow into life,
2 Reflecting man or an angel, bright.
3 Or rest inside where it is warm
4 Looking on out at the cities storm.

1 Worlds passing by my bed
2 Spin into endless oblivion;
3 They turn and twist around my body
4 Weaving dreams into my drifting head.

0 Memories…

1 Toy store roof collapsed due to snow
2 With a mother and son trapped below,
3 My childhood is torn down for empty space.
1 Then seasons later a car is parked
2 Where the toy store was, an empty lot,
3 An SUV skids and can not break.
1 The crumpled iron and twisted metal
2 Is reshaped and forced within itself,
3 The man inside is given not a second to pray.
1 Shaken within and forced on out
2 To the ground as the people shout;
3 Poor broken hearts on that winters day.