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I am writing a novel. It's called FUCK, I LOVE YOU. I think the title is appropriate because I wanted to emphasize the meaning of love in this novel and how important it is to what I am ever so suttlely trying to point towards in between the pages. More so in the ones in the back. I think I will continue it tonight. It's almost chapter 4.
This is what I have so far...........
FUCK, I LOVE YOU
Walking outside during the day sometimes is like a life occupational hazard. So I made the choice to leave my humble abode as soon as the sun went down. I walked down the street whizzing past all the usual night life that habitats the downtown core known by some as the “red zone”. I passed the usual creeps trying to sell some type of shit to eager kids trying to find quick fixes to ideas which thrived off hilarity and despise. Either way, I kept with it knowing these people only on a level neither which myself or them could comprehend any sense of.
I was on my way to the ocean and for all I knew I might as well just drive off the craggy cliffs that were at the end of the street. I was feeling nothing as I caught the scent of the salty residue that the Pacific waves leave behind(or ahead) in the air. It brought me back to my childhood as walking on the beaches of Prince Edward Island watching the millions of fish making their way from the freshwater streams to the beginning of where the Atlantic lie. I remember asking my father how these fish would survive. He had no answer.
I looked back as the city lights became dimmer and the horizon in the distant took on a new shape and wondered what it was that brought me here. I guess in retrospect of all what had happened to me, my situation was relative to anyone else but I still felt entirely isolated by this particular situation in question. I lost something and knew I could never get it back.
I stared into the black that seemed so alive beneath me. More alive that I probably will ever feel. And like a swan, I dove in. Then light enveloped me as I dove down deeper. I was not scared this time. I was accompanied with the sound you get when you arrive somewhere after a very long drive with a destination no quite known. I gasped for air but swallowed water and faded into the abyss. It was at this point that I found what I was looking for.
This is what I have so far...........
FUCK, I LOVE YOU
Walking outside during the day sometimes is like a life occupational hazard. So I made the choice to leave my humble abode as soon as the sun went down. I walked down the street whizzing past all the usual night life that habitats the downtown core known by some as the “red zone”. I passed the usual creeps trying to sell some type of shit to eager kids trying to find quick fixes to ideas which thrived off hilarity and despise. Either way, I kept with it knowing these people only on a level neither which myself or them could comprehend any sense of.
I was on my way to the ocean and for all I knew I might as well just drive off the craggy cliffs that were at the end of the street. I was feeling nothing as I caught the scent of the salty residue that the Pacific waves leave behind(or ahead) in the air. It brought me back to my childhood as walking on the beaches of Prince Edward Island watching the millions of fish making their way from the freshwater streams to the beginning of where the Atlantic lie. I remember asking my father how these fish would survive. He had no answer.
I looked back as the city lights became dimmer and the horizon in the distant took on a new shape and wondered what it was that brought me here. I guess in retrospect of all what had happened to me, my situation was relative to anyone else but I still felt entirely isolated by this particular situation in question. I lost something and knew I could never get it back.
I stared into the black that seemed so alive beneath me. More alive that I probably will ever feel. And like a swan, I dove in. Then light enveloped me as I dove down deeper. I was not scared this time. I was accompanied with the sound you get when you arrive somewhere after a very long drive with a destination no quite known. I gasped for air but swallowed water and faded into the abyss. It was at this point that I found what I was looking for.