Lunch Above Manhattan, New York. c. 1930s
Sketch of the Juggernaut by Ron Garney.
Void 14x11 colored pencil on paper 2012 for SEI2 at Spoke Art 1/3/13
“I really wish Warner Bros. would get their shit together and make DC films that aren’t just Batman or Superman. Like it feels like their rushing together this Justice League movie because Avengers was so successful. They need to take time and make GOOD single character films before getting to JL. And now’s there’s talk of a new Wonder Woman TV show….JUST MAKE A FUCKING MOVIE! we don’t want a another show we want a movie. It just angers me because they have no excuse for taking this long.”
Part 2
A sunny day it was. As his eyes open at the strike of dawn. Waking up, and living life as its coursed. Daily routines that never actually made a difference in dullness of time. Minor to major changes keep on flowing out like a broken dam. Felt like it was only just yesterday when it felt like he woke up from that hospital bed. Those horrible moments where they were just unbearable. Pain and suffering, giving in to the illness that should have killed him. A gentle hint to keep on going, pick yourself up and walk it off..
Empty slots and gaps still remained after the months of recovery. Looking up to the skies and asking ” Why bother saving me? I’ve got nothing here. ” Patience was his only advantage. When there’s a will to ask God, prayers for help will always come after. Believing in time, things would be better. Countless of self encouragement was constantly needed to feel sane.
In the midst of diverting his depression, his friends stayed close by as they watched over him. Helping him anyway they can. The true bond when sacrifices are made silent. A room now full of smiling faces, he pondered to what’s missing. Nothing material, not something to be bought or sold, just.. a feeling. It lurked around, awaiting to pop up and surprise him in the days of being lost, but it was just never quite there yet. Tries and disappointments that weakened him before, was suddenly left on pause.
” Could it be? Could i really feel nothing now? “
An evening soon came along. Finally getting the chance to crawl out of the shell and live life to whatever that’s thrown at him spontaneously. Everything became a laughter and a joke. Seriousness and tension was being slowly lifted off. Starting to realize what happiness is all about… A mirror now blurred in, showing that maybe, just maybe, his chances to have met his lost half is formed into someone. Looking at the reflection of what seemed to have been familiar. Ones that’s always given him moments of struggling alone in the past.
For once in his life, he felt like there was a purpose. Knowing that someone like him actually exists. Someone who might just understand what life should be like. The vision that he always dreamed of, now suddenly became true. Gazing upon the girl in his reflection, his hand reaches out awaiting for hers to grasp on to his. Floating in their own worlds, it was obvious, it doesn’t take much for gravity to pull you back. They needed each other.. Three words came out of his mouth as he looked into her eyes whilst his hand still reached out…
” I don’t bite “
- To Be Continued
*It takes another broken item to end up at the same place*