Vignettes, Part 36
It was another one of those nights. Awake to the point of exhaustion, meandering around the neighborhood, fueled by cigarettes, insomnia, and anguish. What is this tearing sensation in my left breast? What is this forced grappling with oxygen? Oh, that's the cigarettes.
I could see it, I could see a clear path from will to power but it was tenative, it was dancing around me like the stars I screamed up at. I muttered at the ground, turning around and around in circles.
Madness. My father gave me this gift; I am loathe to accept.
I could see it, I could see a clear path from will to power but it was tenative, it was dancing around me like the stars I screamed up at. I muttered at the ground, turning around and around in circles.
Madness. My father gave me this gift; I am loathe to accept.