Before I slip into unconciousness, I'd like to have another kiss...
The misinterpretation of the art that is: understanding
I am at the bottom of my bathtub. Lights off, shower on. The Doors are singing me a lulaby of suggested suicide. I'm not going through the motions, It's just always nice to know that I've got options.
It is wet outside. I am inside, to be dry. I am inside my shower, to be wet. Why am I not outside?
Note to self: Take more showers in the rain.
I am mentally counting my bruises. I am lost in the voyage of water. I am in love with silence. I am a rag doll. I am barely breathing. I am more alive than I will be for the next 24 hours. I am late with my medication.
Protagonist: Heart broken hero. (this is a good named for an emo band.) Socially inept, clinging to hope.
Antagonist: Hormones. We won't further the description.
(Note: These two are interchangeable. i.e- "I wouldn't have agreed if you weren't so suave" is less than or equal to "I wouldn't have pushed if you were never born.")
Setting: Life.
Introduction: "Gee whiz, this party sure is great." "...sure." "oh golly gosh, your cup sure does look empty. let me get you another, and another, and another... and awe why not one more."
Plot: two opposites meet at one desire: love. life sucks.
Basic Conflict: People suck.
Rising action: "Oh my, he did what? Now what would anybody do a thing like that for, to a pretty little thing like you. Awe naw. I mean it."
Climax: Barely a play on words.
Falling action: [door slams]
Conclusion: None.
I am at the bottom of my bathtub. Lights off, shower on. The Doors are singing me a lulaby of suggested suicide. I'm not going through the motions, It's just always nice to know that I've got options.
It is wet outside. I am inside, to be dry. I am inside my shower, to be wet. Why am I not outside?
Note to self: Take more showers in the rain.
I am mentally counting my bruises. I am lost in the voyage of water. I am in love with silence. I am a rag doll. I am barely breathing. I am more alive than I will be for the next 24 hours. I am late with my medication.
Protagonist: Heart broken hero. (this is a good named for an emo band.) Socially inept, clinging to hope.
Antagonist: Hormones. We won't further the description.
(Note: These two are interchangeable. i.e- "I wouldn't have agreed if you weren't so suave" is less than or equal to "I wouldn't have pushed if you were never born.")
Setting: Life.
Introduction: "Gee whiz, this party sure is great." "...sure." "oh golly gosh, your cup sure does look empty. let me get you another, and another, and another... and awe why not one more."
Plot: two opposites meet at one desire: love. life sucks.
Basic Conflict: People suck.
Rising action: "Oh my, he did what? Now what would anybody do a thing like that for, to a pretty little thing like you. Awe naw. I mean it."
Climax: Barely a play on words.
Falling action: [door slams]
Conclusion: None.