there are times youre not listening to me........
REVISION:
the grass beneath my feet is soft and i feel like im living one massive cliche. i collapse to the ground and in a crumpled heap my eyes gaze up at the stars. confused at which glowing orbs belonged to the burning eyes of the heavens and which to the monotonous stares of the airplanes traversing the celestial, my tired eyes collapse as every weakened muscle in my body slackens.
she sat numbly and listened to his words. the crack in his voice made her feel infinitely weak and she wished there was some way she could help. both of them were at their wits ends as far as their predicament was concerned and the monotonous gurgle of the car smothering on oxygen did nothing to soothe her. the windshield wipers beat in a sporadic rhythm and the tears being wiped away from the transparent face before her eyes made her feel even more empty. the dark of the night enveloped them as their raw quiet voices exchanged worried sentiments. there is nothing left that she can do but pray.......
the sky goes black as the stars disappear and a wry grin settles itself on my face. how ironic. the grass is beginning to stick into my tangled hair and the salt on my face itches. i can only imagine the reflections of the clouds in my eyes as the cottony wisps blow freely across the igneous sky.
the blinding sand blew in sheets around her face as the tears poured for and her ears began to freeze. the tendrils of icy worked their way inside her ear canal and stopped her eardrums, cracked and shattered them with their sinister touch. grated by sandpaper her eardrums blew away in the frigid wind, just as shreds of paper would play on the breeze after being blown out of a pair of flawless cupped hands by a gentle exhalation. her frozen eyes watched emptily the waves relentlessly beating the shore and imagined she were elsewhere, anywhere where the sea was calm and tranquil and crystalline blue. where the fish darted aimlessly, playfully, quietly. where the sound of harsh could no longer reach and shatter her imperfect scarred ears.......
the thoughts pouring through my head have no direction and no purpose. random snatches of memory, conversation, movie all connecting and disjointing at random intervals. nothing making any sense. the tree shading me leaves odd patterns all over my body, direct result of the moon light shining through the trees. i hold my hand up to the moonlight johnny depp style and mutter the familiar words, well thats interesting.
the nerve endings in the soles of her feet cried out in pain as she ruthlessly plunged them into the flowing river. the backs of her legs moaned as the harsh texture of the seasoned splintery wood dug into them and her fingers rested, splayed behind her, supporting the weight of her torso. quickly her feet become accustomed to the frigid water and she sinks them in deeper. the cool water flows in currents around her ankles and dry salt falls from her sticky cheeks to increase the concentration fo the sea. her skin itches to be drowned in salty hydrecstacy, but her cold angry mind refuses to allow herself the luxury. her eyes are hardened by experience with the people she is supposed to love, the people she has grown to hate. a mind darkened by rescinded hugs and revoked kisses.......
familiar patterns trace themselves along my skin as rain begins to fall pattering through the leafy canopy. fresh water mixes with the salt on my cheeks and makes me feel like i am crying anew. perhaps i am. the grass feels mushy and uncomfortable as opposed to its former soft and springy state. i feel connected and disconnected, concord and discord. i can feel the grass bleeding its green stain onto the back of my torn shirt. i can feel the rain falling onto my face and soothing my aching eyes.
alone.
cold.
blank.
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the grass beneath my feet is soft and i feel like im living one massive cliche. i collapse to the ground and in a crumpled heap my eyes gaze up at the stars. confused at which glowing orbs belonged to the burning eyes of the heavens and which to the monotonous stares of the airplanes traversing the celestial, my tired eyes collapse as every weakened muscle in my body slackens.
she sat numbly and listened to his words. the crack in his voice made her feel infinitely weak and she wished there was some way she could help. both of them were at their wits ends as far as their predicament was concerned and the monotonous gurgle of the car smothering on oxygen did nothing to soothe her. the windshield wipers beat in a sporadic rhythm and the tears being wiped away from the transparent face before her eyes made her feel even more empty. the dark of the night enveloped them as their raw quiet voices exchanged worried sentiments. there is nothing left that she can do but pray.......
the sky goes black as the stars disappear and a wry grin settles itself on my face. how ironic. the grass is beginning to stick into my tangled hair and the salt on my face itches. i can only imagine the reflections of the clouds in my eyes as the cottony wisps blow freely across the igneous sky.
the blinding sand blew in sheets around her face as the tears poured for and her ears began to freeze. the tendrils of icy worked their way inside her ear canal and stopped her eardrums, cracked and shattered them with their sinister touch. grated by sandpaper her eardrums blew away in the frigid wind, just as shreds of paper would play on the breeze after being blown out of a pair of flawless cupped hands by a gentle exhalation. her frozen eyes watched emptily the waves relentlessly beating the shore and imagined she were elsewhere, anywhere where the sea was calm and tranquil and crystalline blue. where the fish darted aimlessly, playfully, quietly. where the sound of harsh could no longer reach and shatter her imperfect scarred ears.......
the thoughts pouring through my head have no direction and no purpose. random snatches of memory, conversation, movie all connecting and disjointing at random intervals. nothing making any sense. the tree shading me leaves odd patterns all over my body, direct result of the moon light shining through the trees. i hold my hand up to the moonlight johnny depp style and mutter the familiar words, well thats interesting.
the nerve endings in the soles of her feet cried out in pain as she ruthlessly plunged them into the flowing river. the backs of her legs moaned as the harsh texture of the seasoned splintery wood dug into them and her fingers rested, splayed behind her, supporting the weight of her torso. quickly her feet become accustomed to the frigid water and she sinks them in deeper. the cool water flows in currents around her ankles and dry salt falls from her sticky cheeks to increase the concentration fo the sea. her skin itches to be drowned in salty hydrecstacy, but her cold angry mind refuses to allow herself the luxury. her eyes are hardened by experience with the people she is supposed to love, the people she has grown to hate. a mind darkened by rescinded hugs and revoked kisses.......
familiar patterns trace themselves along my skin as rain begins to fall pattering through the leafy canopy. fresh water mixes with the salt on my cheeks and makes me feel like i am crying anew. perhaps i am. the grass feels mushy and uncomfortable as opposed to its former soft and springy state. i feel connected and disconnected, concord and discord. i can feel the grass bleeding its green stain onto the back of my torn shirt. i can feel the rain falling onto my face and soothing my aching eyes.
alone.
cold.
blank.
..............................................................