When I awoke, the orange sky was scattered with violet clouds, underlined in hot pink. I think thats what god looks like. Someone else said the sight looked like cellulite.
I was sitting in a car, and I couldn't stop daydreaming about it flipping over. I didn't have my seatbelt on, but I am convinced that I wouldn't have fallen onto the ceiling. We ran over a curb.
I was looking at the ceiling of a room I was in, and it seemed as if there were infinite cement blocks on top of it, and that if I wanted to break through it, I couldn't. I wished I were a super hero. Then I took it back.
I tried to explain my philosophy that fact is nothing more than the majority's perception, and that it is never anyone's place to tell another that he/she is wrong. I think my listeners got it. I smiled a little.
I decided I was hollow. Then my stomach thumped and my brain ached.
If our palms hold our futures, and we hold hands, is our future in eachother's hands? I haven't held hands with someone in months.. maybe I hold my own future. That scares me.
The Dead 60s / You're Not The Law
2 comments:
awww mannn, I think I'm fallin for you... I read this and my brain thumped, not alot of ppl amaze me, and it rarely happens... But ur writing is so unique, if ever you write a book, pleeeeeease tell me , id buy 3 copys, ( 2 for me an one for a friend, lol )
this is definately great...
dragged me into that head of yours also..
strong ending...
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