a story.
part one.
A screaming train and a crying
gutter makes for an interesting walk home. It’s shitty outside and i like to
think there’s a god upstairs crying about his/her/yeah car breaking down or
it/he/she/whatever’s lover left or something. It’s a nice sad night. Even
though it’s only today and it isn’t yesterday or tomorrow, it feels like
forever. Life is really long. My feet are wet – my face is too.
Sometimes
when im walking i like to stare at puddles. It’s a nice world in there.
Everything is warped and shaky and it just looks so inviting. Everything pulses
with sound of the beating earth. It’s cool. And sometimes, when i walk, i think
about jumping into the puddle and falling down into that world but when i do i
keep falling and i don’t get to lie on the wobbly earth. Instead, i get to fall
into space and watch the pulsing earth float up and evaporate into my head and
come out of my eyeballs. Oh, im home.
The lights
are off so i turn them on and suddenly divinity is kind of in my hands i guess.
Let there be light. The floor is soaked but i am too so at least i can
empathize. The lights are off all over my dwelling. i give up on turning on the
lights. Bumping around in the dark is fun until you stub your toe. You can’t
stub your toe if you don’t walk so i don’t walk and instead i sit and i don’t
move for what feels like a million years and i sit there defeated thinking
about the things i don’t want to write down.
sometimes i like to walk instead of take the
bus so i can spare people getting close to me and even though that is probably
a lie i still can’t shake the thought
It’s a weird feeling, in the
dark forever. What if i never saw light again. Darkness. Darn. Uh, yeah.
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