Chapter 1: chapter four cloudsgrey

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Reads: 196
Comments: 1

Part four

There's something lonely in the way. Nothing can open the doorway. Fascinated by the walls, the four corners of her parallel world, the windowsill, horizontal opening towards the bleak and blue, follow it maybe one day out toward the natural instincts of what we all should do. Such and such, blah, blahs what the fuck's and count the slob's, nothing matters as long as we're alive, and doesn't it look fine in here safe in our beds? Our parallel universe, our horizontal universe. Shaded by nothing anymore, The seclusion is at best when nothing is to be done, no job anymore, poetry is what she wishes to always write, wishes she could just make this up and all . Now nothing makes sense, is this real, gargantuan emptiness. Heavyweight, ill-vast. decompression. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

She wants to booze after spying the orang rust the moon streaks the sellout of the pines outside the window. She steps outside her parents house whom now take care of her since her arrest and traumatization. She lights up a smoke and stalks down the street her old haunts to the brand new 711. SHe buys a couple tall cans. Starts one on the way home, finishes it up, then drinks the other out front pondering. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

She can remember the the old neighbors long gone and past. Some still there, and some she babysat, all grown up now, making her feel old and pathetic. She can remember this one time on her way home from school, with her friend Gwen. The last day she ever saw Gwen. Gwen's mother was franticly in her car, revved up with Gwen's little brother in the back seat almost like her mother had just got out of a dog fight running from a wolf trailing her scent. Gwen's mother was screaming at her, obvious to get her in the car, it was important. Gwen was slow, her step dad ran out of the house mad, the wolf foaming at the mouth, flew into the car pulling the young boy out, trowing punches at his wife. Gwen screaming, 'WHAT THE FUCK!' somehow Gwen gets in the backseat pulls her little brother from the grips of the wolf and with the door still open Gwen's mother skids off. He goes to jail for one day, Gwen packs up, she never see her again. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Booze, gets you thinking. Gets you crying. Gets you wanting for more, Or gets you dying. Pondering, loving, statistic. Able, unable. Pissed. Sad. Depressed. Happy when you have friends.


Submitted: August 02, 2010

© Copyright 2021 cloudsgrey. All rights reserved.

Chapters

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Comments

virginia

Wow, this is really amazing, very touching, it sucks me in.

Tue, August 3rd, 2010 10:12am

Author
Reply

thanks for reading this far, and all my rambling mind!!!

Tue, August 3rd, 2010 6:39am

Facebook Comments

Other Content by cloudsgrey