fifty-seven
Alright,as promised here's a bit of a metaphorical aspect of my life but i must warn you, that i didn't actually write ths out before hand and i have thirteen minuets left online (i hate parents....) but here it goes anyways........
So you're standing there in the dark. and it's pitch-fuckin-black out. you can't see a damn thing. you're outside and the only way you know this is that you're cold hell, for all you know you can be inside with the air conditioning turned up too high. and you're always cold anyways. but you're guessing you're outside because it's a better setting for this story anways. not that any of this is relevant. what's important is that it's too dark to see. your eyes are strained open. you can fell the nerves stretching and pulling. you're afraid to blink. as humans, we do everything better with our eyes open. even though you can't see, a little part of your subconscieness is still telling you that you'll do this better with your eyes open. what an idiot. when your eyes are open this wide no fluid is getting to them. only oxygen. oxygen and every little piece of debris flotting around on this tiny planet. this stings like hell, but you have to keep trying. why do you keep trying? because every once in a while you see something. nothing solid or physical. just a hint. just a shodow moving. something just a sliver lighter than the rest of the darkness that consumes you. so here you are. rather, here i am. waiting for something. my eyes are peeled. i'm ready. i'm trying to understand. show me anything. anything.
Ahhhh again, the majority of you don't know the situation and will be at lost, and even those of you who do know the situation will still be lost. Ah well, this one's more for me than anything.
That and i don't have to go to school tomorrow (w00t) so call me if you wanna hang.
So you're standing there in the dark. and it's pitch-fuckin-black out. you can't see a damn thing. you're outside and the only way you know this is that you're cold hell, for all you know you can be inside with the air conditioning turned up too high. and you're always cold anyways. but you're guessing you're outside because it's a better setting for this story anways. not that any of this is relevant. what's important is that it's too dark to see. your eyes are strained open. you can fell the nerves stretching and pulling. you're afraid to blink. as humans, we do everything better with our eyes open. even though you can't see, a little part of your subconscieness is still telling you that you'll do this better with your eyes open. what an idiot. when your eyes are open this wide no fluid is getting to them. only oxygen. oxygen and every little piece of debris flotting around on this tiny planet. this stings like hell, but you have to keep trying. why do you keep trying? because every once in a while you see something. nothing solid or physical. just a hint. just a shodow moving. something just a sliver lighter than the rest of the darkness that consumes you. so here you are. rather, here i am. waiting for something. my eyes are peeled. i'm ready. i'm trying to understand. show me anything. anything.
Ahhhh again, the majority of you don't know the situation and will be at lost, and even those of you who do know the situation will still be lost. Ah well, this one's more for me than anything.
That and i don't have to go to school tomorrow (w00t) so call me if you wanna hang.