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I'm walking down the street, and I hear sirens. Before I know where they're coming from, I cover my ears in fear of my ear drums exploding. 2 more steps and I keep falling over myself.
Seeing stars, persay.
All I feel is my face hit the bumpy, cold concrete.
I pass out.
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I wake up, in a pile of rubble.
From cut off fish heads, to little kids underwear.
From beads, to seashells.
Glass to dried pasta.
It's covering my forehead, my pants, and my calves.
I shake myself off, and get up, dizzily -- but I get up.
I rub my eyes;
just to see myself in a place where nothing exists.
It's all white.
A white, blank, world.
I open a door -- it disappears.
I walk on the only colored tile, and it turns dark yellow
then it turns light yellow
then fades to white.
I'm naked, I'm lifeless inside
and I'm confused.
Where do I go from here?
Is this a dream?
Why did I pass out? How did I end up here?
My stomach growls, and my knees shake.
I'm starving.
I guess the only thing to eat is my white; blinding, surroundings.
Or, this dried pasta.
I could boil it with my sweat.
Someone come pick me up..
I NEED YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING.
one thing you and jj will always have over me, you always make such detailed surroundings filled with adjectives and explanations, where i only care about the character
ReplyDeleteI like the explanations you've you've provided too
and its funny that you say you're hungry because my next blog is gonna be called i am so thirsty
if what you say is true derrick, then I don't see why we all can't write the next great American novel.
ReplyDeleteAnd all the whiteness is wild. In a world so plain, you're the odd Froot Loop
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