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The Forgotten Ramen Soup
written by jedinik10:01 AM 1/26/05I just went upstairs to obtain some ice because my throat is an inferno which is not exactly nice.
When I took a step into the kitchen, something brushed against my toe. Exactly what it was, is what I did not know.
After getting my ice, and putting it in my glass, I glanced down and saw what the mysterious object was.
Its presence was quite confusing but I'm well acquainted with the odd. It was a bag filled
with dehydrated noodles, quite puzzling to be on the floor. Its name was Baked Ramen soup and it uttered a word, "forgotten."
I went downstairs and placed my cup of ice on my bedside table then got my journal from the shelf. I then retreived the forgotten package off the cold kitchen floor. I had planned on traveling
upstairs to the world that my mother possessed. I would seek her motherly guidance to help me fall asleep and ease my mind. I wanted her to talk to me, or perhaps give me a pill. Though my
only drug is sleep, it evades me on nights like this.
Now I stare at the forgotten Baked Ramen soup. It doesn't stare back at me. He expires July of 99, how soon that date shall be. This poor oriental flavor noodle soup was forgotten and left on
the floor. He was tossed aside with no regret like memories we cannot help but forget but would much rather ignore. I don't know why, but he started to cry.
Now I'm placing him on my dresser among all the clutter and trash. I placed him there with a promise. "I'll eat you tomorrow, I swear." The Ramen remained silent, I think I now hear him snore. But I myself remain awake. What a puzzle I have in my brain. It's
not at my own disposal. Uncontrolable, insane. I start to write faster. My pen begins to race my mind. I don't know when my hand will tire out or decide to take a rest. The writing hand keeps moving while my scratchy eyes stare on. What happened? The
thoughts cease. I sip my soda and the forgotten Ramen noodle soup once again stares at me. I don't know what to say to him, I'm as puzzled as can be. My back aches; my eyes itch and beg to sleep.
My throat wants me to drink again so I stare back at my forgotten friend. I take a sip and his eyes begin to drip. The Ramen is crying again. I know I can't turn out the light. It won't close anything or make it all right.
The forgotten Ramen has remembered my love. He inspired me to write! Even as I am disrupted by my cat, I continue to write. It's as easy as that. Thank you forgotten Ramen for helping me rediscover my gift. Yet I still cannot sleep, I feel better some way.
I don't know what to say. I don't know how to tell him. He's the forgotten Ramen.
Tomorrow I will forget and he'll shed another tear. I am always forgotten myself. Who cares? No one, I fear. My writing is incoherant, but it will bring me joy. My friends laugh at all my work. I am the only
one who understands. How I long for someone else to understand. The forgotten Ramen understands. He is only a poor, dehydrated, noodle soup, yet somehow he is different. We are connected, I can tell.
Though all others think I'm a blabbering fool. Who cares? Oh well.
The forgotten Ramen will always know, or at least he knew tonight.
I promise to eat him someday and hope for everything to remain unright. |
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Written at 10:49pm Sunday May 10th, 1998
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| » Comments / Feedback | by lilrocsychic (3-3-2005 - 06:26 PM)
| i take it that was your journal entry... i like how you tied yourself to the ramen noodles. how touching, lol, i know where you are coming from... but then again... i can't say the same, as i love ramen noodles |
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