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Sleepy

It’s 12:03 AM and I can’t sleep, maybe I shouldn’t have taken that nap or maybe I am just not very sleepy- if you feel really happy just wait a couple of hours, the feeling will pass- that has to be true too for the opposite… ninety nine bottle of beers on the wall… I got to back to bed

Slacker

I got home today and found my favorite t-shirt to be ripped. I hadn’t noticed it before, it wasn’t a fresh tare, it had been staring at me for days, weeks maybe, yet still I am just now noticing it. It’s awful, I really like that damned t-shirt.

Survivor's Guilt

With the weeding out of the weaklings from the collection of gentlemen gathered herein I submit my working blood in exchange for the breathing experience; take my blood oh dear sirs, I beg you do so for my eyes crave the forever before unseen.

Survivor’s guilt is building in me for I’ve walked over the corpses of those who have laid eyes upon the starting line, as I did, when I did. Question build in me, why am I so lucky to still be granted air for my lungs and blood for my heart when multitudes who were different from me only in name are now feeding the earth and worms from which they once sprung? Was I to sacrifice myself for the potential of preventing the prince of darkness from charming my comrades? Why do I feel unfulfilled when I am full and still feel?

Hell

After spending about six hours at Logan airport yesterday, I came up with the idea for a perfect hell. It would be an airport, where your flight home kept getting delayed indefinitely, and your hope of flying out would increase with every delay. I am thinking something an indefinite loop where nothing changed, not the people, not the crappy food, not the time, only the scenarios that would keep you from taking off. The methods of delay would be very diverse, like mechanical errors, no pilots, weather delay, etc…

Your own little perfect hell

Accident

Accident, it happened quickly, it wasn’t my fault. An accident in Boston.

Empty

The room was empty, you could hear the echo of her tears has they hit the oak wooded floor; she was hugging herself trying desperately to simulate the way he’d hug her. It was useless, she wasn’t even doing a passable job at it, yet still she stood that way with her arms folded across her lonely breasts. The nakedness of the room mirrored the feeling that had come to reside in her heart, from the inside she felt naked. He had become a fixture on the walls of her heart; hell, he had become the paint on this most precious organ, making it all sorts of pretty, desirable, and vibrant. His scurrying off pealed the life from her; what was she to do now, an empty woman, in an empty room?