Post by Joey on Mar 9, 2018 14:09:19 GMT -5
My watch says 11:22am. I love old wind up clocks. They are antiques they are testaments to a time gone by. Yes they still make them but now a days they are expensive. And only a few watch companies make them. Mine is a Bulova. Given to me by an old friend. Silver in lay, silver hands, silver band. He liked white gold but he loved silver. Said silver showed ones soul if you looked hard enough. He gave me his silver necklace with the virgin mary on it. I still have it in a dresser, never wore it and I never will. I think it would destroy me if I did. I couldn't bare that anymore. Not anymore.
Back.
My watch was a gift given to me on my 38th birthday. I told him what were watches needed for, everyone could check the time on their cell phone. He laughed. He said “world are made up of time, a cell phone tells you what time it is, but a watch tells you what reality you are in” He laughed then so did I. I didn't know what he meant by that. But sure as hell sounded cool. He always knew what to say, and sometimes only he knew what he meant. But if I had to guess I would say he was telling me that, cell phones were for kids, watches were for adults, I had left my kid thoughts and actions behind, I was an man going on old man now and time to act my age.
And so I have.
I wear this watch now. I look at it often. And sometimes I’ll see my reflection, distorted a little. I don't like what I see. The hands on it seem to go faster than it used to. Was it always so fast? As a young man it used to go so slow, I was always hoping it would hurry up. But now I cant slow it down.
Now
I am called Saint Jude. My real name is Robert Joseph Hill. Pleased to meet you. Where should I begin today? Lets go back to my watch. It is a simple design, silver, with a white background where silver numbers tell you the time. Bulova is in white gold but it is so small one might easily confuse it with silver. The silver band is thin and small, I like it that way. Sometimes I forget I have it on. It weighs almost nothing. Bulova is an expensive watch. But its more of status than anything else. It says I don't need an expensive watch but its quality and better to have quality over anything else. That's how it should always be.
As I stand up my legs hurt. Old age comes with a price, I understand that now. Each step I take I feel the aches in my legs in my back, in my mind. Yesterday I was a strong young man. Today I am 40 and weary. Where did time go? I have a watch to remind me that it goes into the great nothing. Time truly is the great equalizer.
I walk into the kitchen and fetch a bottle of water. I turn it counter clock wise with my right hand and take a small drink. The cool liquid reminding me that thirst is a disease I will never have, but also a cure it will never fix.
Now
This match at Titans that I will be having will require me to be the man I used to be. Praise god, quote the bible and bring the fate of the world down upon others. But I am not sure if I can be that person. Not sure if I want to be that person again.
I will wait. Wait for Robert Saints to save himself and find his way back not just to SFT but to me. He and I could help each other, bring each other back to life so to speak. But not only do I have to want that, he has to want that. So we will wait and see.
Then there is Voodoo. I really don't know if that boy knows anything about voodoo or not. I doubt it, if he did he would of discarded that nickname long ago. But God forgives him I am sure, but I do not. I will find that wrath that needs to be inflicted and given. Guide him back to God by pain and suffrage. Guide him back blind and hurt, so that he may embrace God one more time.
Back.
I look at my watch one last time. I am out of time. They are out of time. I have waited 2 weeks for either of my opponents to say a word. They have not. They will not. But that is fine. They don't need to say a word, I have spoken for us all. God has spoken for us all. And that will be enough.
I should put this watch away for now.
…Fade….to…..Darkness…...
Back.
My watch was a gift given to me on my 38th birthday. I told him what were watches needed for, everyone could check the time on their cell phone. He laughed. He said “world are made up of time, a cell phone tells you what time it is, but a watch tells you what reality you are in” He laughed then so did I. I didn't know what he meant by that. But sure as hell sounded cool. He always knew what to say, and sometimes only he knew what he meant. But if I had to guess I would say he was telling me that, cell phones were for kids, watches were for adults, I had left my kid thoughts and actions behind, I was an man going on old man now and time to act my age.
And so I have.
I wear this watch now. I look at it often. And sometimes I’ll see my reflection, distorted a little. I don't like what I see. The hands on it seem to go faster than it used to. Was it always so fast? As a young man it used to go so slow, I was always hoping it would hurry up. But now I cant slow it down.
Now
I am called Saint Jude. My real name is Robert Joseph Hill. Pleased to meet you. Where should I begin today? Lets go back to my watch. It is a simple design, silver, with a white background where silver numbers tell you the time. Bulova is in white gold but it is so small one might easily confuse it with silver. The silver band is thin and small, I like it that way. Sometimes I forget I have it on. It weighs almost nothing. Bulova is an expensive watch. But its more of status than anything else. It says I don't need an expensive watch but its quality and better to have quality over anything else. That's how it should always be.
As I stand up my legs hurt. Old age comes with a price, I understand that now. Each step I take I feel the aches in my legs in my back, in my mind. Yesterday I was a strong young man. Today I am 40 and weary. Where did time go? I have a watch to remind me that it goes into the great nothing. Time truly is the great equalizer.
I walk into the kitchen and fetch a bottle of water. I turn it counter clock wise with my right hand and take a small drink. The cool liquid reminding me that thirst is a disease I will never have, but also a cure it will never fix.
Now
This match at Titans that I will be having will require me to be the man I used to be. Praise god, quote the bible and bring the fate of the world down upon others. But I am not sure if I can be that person. Not sure if I want to be that person again.
I will wait. Wait for Robert Saints to save himself and find his way back not just to SFT but to me. He and I could help each other, bring each other back to life so to speak. But not only do I have to want that, he has to want that. So we will wait and see.
Then there is Voodoo. I really don't know if that boy knows anything about voodoo or not. I doubt it, if he did he would of discarded that nickname long ago. But God forgives him I am sure, but I do not. I will find that wrath that needs to be inflicted and given. Guide him back to God by pain and suffrage. Guide him back blind and hurt, so that he may embrace God one more time.
Back.
I look at my watch one last time. I am out of time. They are out of time. I have waited 2 weeks for either of my opponents to say a word. They have not. They will not. But that is fine. They don't need to say a word, I have spoken for us all. God has spoken for us all. And that will be enough.
I should put this watch away for now.
…Fade….to…..Darkness…...
