when everything goes
An extended piece of prose.
I.
and it’s all true, the rumors you have heard, the results you have received and the faded bits of paper you read night after night to remind yourself that talent once lived in you. your body is cracking too, bones grinding together in a crushing dance of limbs and swollen muscles. perhaps you dream of nightmares in the future whilst lying on your shared bed of dusty pillows and waves of blankets. perhaps you hold him by your ear and laugh at his stupid jokes and insults and secretly wonder if he still loves you the way you love him. fall asleep to him every night.
II.
the skies come now in uneven currents of clouds and rain, shine and wind. you ride buses and trains with a world of music enveloping you in borrowed earphones and cd tracks. screams and electronic guitar riffs cloud your mind and you laugh with the last of people who bring out smiles in you. any other day it shines but today it rains.
cheap $5 umbrellas sold in the stalls you pass.
III.
there is no conclusion to this story, there is no story in these fragments. the girl left behind is seen in carriages of old trains, a skeleton still with her favorite ribbon, searching for robot, the love of her life. she is a wreck.
try and make sense of my dry mind.
I.
and it’s all true, the rumors you have heard, the results you have received and the faded bits of paper you read night after night to remind yourself that talent once lived in you. your body is cracking too, bones grinding together in a crushing dance of limbs and swollen muscles. perhaps you dream of nightmares in the future whilst lying on your shared bed of dusty pillows and waves of blankets. perhaps you hold him by your ear and laugh at his stupid jokes and insults and secretly wonder if he still loves you the way you love him. fall asleep to him every night.
II.
the skies come now in uneven currents of clouds and rain, shine and wind. you ride buses and trains with a world of music enveloping you in borrowed earphones and cd tracks. screams and electronic guitar riffs cloud your mind and you laugh with the last of people who bring out smiles in you. any other day it shines but today it rains.
cheap $5 umbrellas sold in the stalls you pass.
III.
there is no conclusion to this story, there is no story in these fragments. the girl left behind is seen in carriages of old trains, a skeleton still with her favorite ribbon, searching for robot, the love of her life. she is a wreck.
try and make sense of my dry mind.