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Rated: 13+ · Essay · Personal · #1367160
I've seen it all and I've been it all...
I’ve been everything there is to be my dear friend.

You may not know this but I am anchored to time forevermore.

I've been here since the start of time.

And I've been everything there is to be.

I've been a space man.

With my space suit and ship. Traveling through space.

I've been a sailor with a brown ship..

been to every sea and seen everything there is to see.

I've been a doctor in a doctor suit

I've been a teacher with dreams of teaching.

I've seen it all...

Ordinary and extraordinary...

I've saved life’s....

I've taken life’s...

but its all muddled now...it all means nothing because I've been it all and I’ve seen it all and I've taken it all and I've lost it all more times than there are stars in the cosmos.

So now I walk this empty street.

Lonely in my treanchcoat and pinstriped suit...

No...that was before....

Lonely in my plain shirt of midnight color and jeans of dark jade

Walking empty streets

Walking and living to the tune of the lonely angel...

With ageless eyes...

There my be no gray hair upon my scalp but if you could see my soul...you would know that I've been here since the start...

I have every mask there is and I've pretended every emotion there is....

I've become a master of disguise and a master of time...

Time...and its unfathomable grandness...

I was born when time was born....

I've meddled with it and I've left it alone...

Its muddled though...in my mind...

For I've lived a thousand lives...and I've lost a thousand things...and I've gained a thousand things....

A lover may spend her entire life span by my side...be forever with me or at least as long as her forever spans...but I may not do the same thing....I go on...like life goes on...like the revolution of the earth goes on...like time goes on...

For a time...I become apathetic. Until someone turns me empathetic...

Then they leave or perish...and I go back to apathy...

But really...I've been everything there is to be ...

I've been a scientist with my scientific suit...

I've been a knight in armor that gleams in the sun...

I've fought demon and monsters...

Taken and Given...

Stolen and Gained...

I've learned the secrets of eternity in my foreverness

But all of that means nothing...

To eyes that have seen it all...

So now I walk down empty streets...

Down a new road...with new people...

with new companions...

Yes...I've had more friends and people than there are planets in every galaxy...

But I've always been lonely...

I am the only one there is of my kind...

I walk with cloths of normal kind...


All to the tune of the Lonely Angel...

All a trait of the lonely wanderer...


Nonchalantly...

And I babble to myself...


I know every word theres ever been...

I know every language that exists...

I've seen it all...


Birth and Death...

Peace and War...

I've been everything there is to be...

I've been a soldier with dreams of valor and glory

I've been a preacher preaching things I do not believe ...


I've protected you without your knowledge...

I've damned you when you knew not what was wrong...

I've been peaceful...

I've been furious...

I've felt everything there is to be felt...

Lost everything there is to lost...

More times than I can count...

And I can count beyond any number known to human kind...

So I travel now down yet another new road...going through yet another journey...

Do you know how it feels?

To know that whomever I love...whomever I need...

Will Die while I go on?

Or will Leave...

Or I shall leave because I am the Lonely Wanderer...

Because I am the lonely angel

that knows all there is not know that’s seen everything there is to be seen...

I am the Lonely Traveler that’s traveled every road known to man kind...

And so I walk now...down the empty street...when all lights have been turned off...and all sleep...with midnight colored hair...and almond eyes that change shades...but are always flavored with utter sadness...that cannot be explained...

All to the Tune of the Lonely Angel...


And I don’t even know who I am now...

Who I am...

Who I am...?

I do not know...
Because I've been everything there is to be...

Stupid

Brilliant...
..

Foul...

Good...

Selfish...

All

Every time...

To the

Tune of the

Lonely Angel

-inspired by Doctor Who-
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