I don't know where this came from honestly. I had wanted to write something about this movie, but I wasn't getting any inspiration, until today. A couple of lines popped in my head and then it just sort of all came out, which is cool. Could be ooc, I've only seen this movie a few times, but it is one of my favorites. Non-slash.
Walt Whitman
Like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold
White. Everything is so white. It's clean...beautiful and untouched. But it's so still. There's no life. It's beautifully dead. The snow covers everything like the blanket in my poem.
You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough
You kick it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us
I ran away from my friends, escaping their supportive hold. But it's not because of them. The blanket...I want to destroy it. It's too clean, and too dead. Everything is dead. That's what winter means - every poet uses it. Winter, forests, darkness...it all means death. And it's all here, all around me. I want to get away from the death - I want to destroy it. I ran, as fast as I can.
Do you remember when I chased you Neil? You stole my notebook. You said you were being chased by Walt Whitman. I ran faster
Now, it's your turn. Chase me. Chase me, Neil!
From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying
It'll just cover your face, as you wail and cry and scream
I stopped running and crashed to my knees in the snow. Tears felt like they are freezing to my cheeks. The blanket didn't cover your face, Neil. It smothered you. Out of all of the boys here, why you? It shouldn't have been you... you were the only one who knew. You were the idea, Carpe Diem. You, Neil.
Blanket, smoother me now! Sweaty-toothed madman, choke me! I want the snow to fill my lungs and drown me. Seize the day... I seized the ground, falling forward on my face in the snow, wanting it to let me become part of it. Part of the death.
Instead, strong arms pulled me back and I stared up at a face. One with empathy and concern. Mr. Keating found me here, and he alone held me in the snow. There were no tears in my Captain's eyes. But I sobbed on his shoulder.
You never chased me Neil. Why would I want to be in the company of Walt Whitman, Shakespeare, Thoreau...when I could share a room with Neil Perry.