My Fairy Tale

I’ve been waiting since August to finally see Spiderman 2, so tonight I got to see it for a buck fifty.  It was a pretty cool movie.  To the tell the truth, one of the main resons that I wanted to see it was most definatly the dashboard video that tied in nicely to the story.  I remember telling my brother about it and using the words lyrical genius.  But anyway, the video.  For some reason I saw more in it than in the movie itself, it just demmands that much emotion, probably because of the words.  I know there is no real new idea here, but the old concept of a hero that is caught between duty and love, choosing one and finding them both at the other end…maybe this is the end result of have a total of about two whole commic books growing up.

“And I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well, i am strarting to see in me the things you swear you saw yourself.”  Having someone see something in you that you wish with all you’re heart you are, but think you’re not, all the while having that thing make the other person see the real and authentic you more and more everyday.  The only words that come to mind were noble humility, I think that kinda sums it up.  But seeing the hero restored to the one he loves, not because he asked her too, but because she seeks himout when she fully realizes the content and quality of character that is wrapped into someone that she thouhgt she knew so well.  Ahhh….this is my fairy tale…

So there is this scene when Peter Parker watches Mary Jane leave the theatre after missing the show that he promised to make.  He sees her leave the building and just can’t help but to stare and wonder about her as if she is this mystery that he is uncovering for the first time.  He focus is broken only by the guy that pulls her aside for a kiss…And there he is, standing on these cement stairs that lead into a building across the street, watching from a distance as usual.  He leaves.  She turns only to see the spot where he had been standing.  I’ve empathized with a character quite like Peter Parker at that moment.  The camera kinda stuck with those steps for what seemed like a long time.  This place for the onlooker seems to be one that I am familliar with.  I was kind of thinking of it as my post, a place that I know so well that it seems like I have been assigned to be stationed there until futher notice…perhaps until my intentions become noble enough that I might be fit to play the hero role….but I’ve watched from those stairs from across the street for so long.

I’ve seen a peice of my fairy tale before.  One of those time when you’re thinking about work, or plans for that evening, anything unrelated.  And she pops into your head.  Not the thought of her.  An image, a moment that rivals bits of reality, something that the heart wants to bad that it manifests itself in the mind…almost real enough too touch.

She looks down at me…looks down at me as i lie on my back in a warm bed in dark room.  Her body over mine she looks down at me as she moves closer.  Just as she stops her loose hair falls from her back and drapes down over her shoulder…and she looks at me.  She looks at me knowing that at that same moment we are having the same experience, wondering if things are too wonderful to be real; too good to really last.  She smiles, pulls the covers up over us, rests her head on my shoulder and hopes just as I do that such a moment might last forever.  This is my fairy tale.  But as in all fairy tales, this would only be the end, and who knows if my story will lead me to such an ending.

Peace and Love Mikey