because i am alive and i have things to share, things you probably don't want but will take anyway. because i have willed it so.
willed it
now, here's a new thing. while i work on cohesive bodies of work i sometimes drift into unrelated spaces for the purposes of alleviating boredom, and/or cycling out old water of the mind to keep the thought pools from getting stagnant. these spaces are generally transient. they are not attatched to anything. There is no real context from which they spring. They create their own context as they are written.
So, in essence, these concepts and practices are bits that have written their own mythos. i am just a vessel.
so dramatic.
so please keep in mind that pieces tagged with concepts and practices are pieces that will probably never be elaborated on. don't get attached. if you, for whatever reason do get attached, feel free to use the piece for your own writing.
so yes.
oh, as always, constructive criticism is welcomed. i guess. you can be a dickhead if you must.
p.s i dont know how to get that weird text background color thing to leave please help its killing meeeeeeee
support group
“Let go.”
“No.”
The flicker of the lampost made for an interesting backdrop. Stuck in a forgetten alley. Nearly choking from the stench of months old food and possibly the rotting corpse of a stray animal. His grip on the arm of her jacket refused to loosen.
“I don’t...I don’t get it. Why leave now? After all this...progress...we went so far together...the entire group. We’re all depending on each other. Now you want to just...to just disappear?”
She shifted her gaze to the two liter soda bottle that laid by her right foot.
“I was never a part of any of it. I was there because I had no choice. Now that I have a choice, I’m returning to where I belong.”
“Where you belong? What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”
“None of your business.”
He trembled. He felt his stomach tighten, turn, palpiations of his heart steadily increasing.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Stop crying.”
“It’s like you’re..shitting on everything. Why? Just give a reason. That’s all I’m asking you!”
The tremor in his voice was bringing something out of her.
“Just let me go.”
“Please...”
“You’re not some spoiled brat. You’re a grown man. Start acting like one and let me-”
“Just give me a fucking reason!”
Pity. She could draw no other emotion.
“...let me go.” she whispered.
He hesitated. Tension left his grip slowly, and she turned away from his as his arm swung to his side.
“For your own sake.” she spoke as the sky loosed foreboading droplets. “Wipe my existence from your memory. Please.”
The clicking of her heels overwhelmed the crash of thunder over head, became progressingly louder the farther the sound traveled to his ears. It was trapped there, in his head. The sound of her leaving.
And he felt numb. Numb to the rain. The world outside. The world inside felt on the verge of meltdown. Everything was ending. His world was ending.
