I had posted here more or less around this same date last year.
Today it doesn't seem any different.
Every September when it rains it pours.
It's usually very little tiny drops, but they come in millions bashing off the concrete and making small dents and cracks. Then the sun rises up high, and all you see is the vapor leaving the cracks. Nonetheless, it still cracked the concrete.
I was walking down a big city, wandering. I had been at a party. I was just standing by, no contact with anyone. The room is candlelit. A fight erupts and in my mind I think I hear gunshots and exit the bar. I lose consciousness until the next day. A painting at the entrance of the locale, when seen from sky view, depicts a murder. Skulls swallowing a body in an array of brilliant colors, pulling her down a hole.
At this point, I know what I have to do: I have to find the body. The police start a search, but I don't care. I want to know what happened by myself. It's cold outside and I don't have a jacket. There's snow. Loads. Police are looking in trash bags, sewers, empty buildings. I start running. I'm getting anxious. I feel I am being directed to where the body is. At this point, I don't want to just find the body, I want to know who did it. I run up the wet, cold streets warming up my hands. I know. I know where she is. I go running down to the pond by an old abandoned playground. It's all slush and grass. I have to me carefull not to fall in. I see bags hanging from a tree. I know its her. I don't want to peek in. Someone is watching me. I feel a stare coming from behind. I was being followed. It was a mexican woman. All the information sort of rushes through my brain. I had seen her at the bar. It was her, she's talking on the phone calling for someone up, and I see up in the distance a car coming up. I run. I run up atop the highest mountains. I skip and jump away, there is almost no ground at the top of these mountains. They are really thin and narrow. I fall and trot down scared running as fast as I can. I can see the university. The car appeared. The man inside draws a gun. He starts shooting like a maniac, he's not even pointing properly. I am scared. I find myself trapped inside high wire fences. He jumps in, and starts firing away emptying his bullets. I think that I am dead. He runs out of bullets, I go for his gun. I wake up.
Today it doesn't seem any different.
Every September when it rains it pours.
It's usually very little tiny drops, but they come in millions bashing off the concrete and making small dents and cracks. Then the sun rises up high, and all you see is the vapor leaving the cracks. Nonetheless, it still cracked the concrete.
I was walking down a big city, wandering. I had been at a party. I was just standing by, no contact with anyone. The room is candlelit. A fight erupts and in my mind I think I hear gunshots and exit the bar. I lose consciousness until the next day. A painting at the entrance of the locale, when seen from sky view, depicts a murder. Skulls swallowing a body in an array of brilliant colors, pulling her down a hole.
At this point, I know what I have to do: I have to find the body. The police start a search, but I don't care. I want to know what happened by myself. It's cold outside and I don't have a jacket. There's snow. Loads. Police are looking in trash bags, sewers, empty buildings. I start running. I'm getting anxious. I feel I am being directed to where the body is. At this point, I don't want to just find the body, I want to know who did it. I run up the wet, cold streets warming up my hands. I know. I know where she is. I go running down to the pond by an old abandoned playground. It's all slush and grass. I have to me carefull not to fall in. I see bags hanging from a tree. I know its her. I don't want to peek in. Someone is watching me. I feel a stare coming from behind. I was being followed. It was a mexican woman. All the information sort of rushes through my brain. I had seen her at the bar. It was her, she's talking on the phone calling for someone up, and I see up in the distance a car coming up. I run. I run up atop the highest mountains. I skip and jump away, there is almost no ground at the top of these mountains. They are really thin and narrow. I fall and trot down scared running as fast as I can. I can see the university. The car appeared. The man inside draws a gun. He starts shooting like a maniac, he's not even pointing properly. I am scared. I find myself trapped inside high wire fences. He jumps in, and starts firing away emptying his bullets. I think that I am dead. He runs out of bullets, I go for his gun. I wake up.
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