sleepy writingssome surealistic stories when i'm almost falling asleep. have fun reading slop. |
windUnder the evening sun it bloomed for a moment. the neighbor's dog jumped around in the garden I saw from my room window. As the wind blew its last breeze the birds caught their last connections. The last supper before the eyes closed. alive through the woods and streets people walked with slow steps. i have no idea where we are going but we will see. the orange light just barely touched the top of the flats before the blue would adopt. The moon couldn't wait to take care of us now, in our deep sleep or the exciting adventure after an evening of ease and discomfort. i walked across the bridge that balanced over the highway. My feet hurt in my converse shoes but no matter. My friends left earlier because they had something special for just them. If only I could see what else the world has in store for me. I'm not boring am I? apple seedIn a brink of an eye i catched my breath underneath the stairs. I hope they didn't hear me talking to the girl yesterday behind the fence. she was laying apple seeds everywhere without permission to piss of the principle. the kids around my neighborhood hated apples. they prefer pears because they thought there wouldn't be any worms crawling inside looking for a home to build. would i be a worm if i keep sitting underneath these stairs? 'hey what are you doing there?' said the girl. 'we should leave' 'where should we go?' 'to my place'. As she crabbed my arm i felt a weird sensation down my legs like i haven't been able to stand up for a long time after sleeping. Her glasses could see colors that don't exist yet. We walk through the meadow near the school's area. 'shouldn't you be playing on a swing or something?' i asked. 'i will show you my swing when we get there.' she said while she found a frog with two ponytails. she gave him berries: 'one is for you and the other is for someone you've never met in your life. maybe you'll meet them.' A white angel statue peered up against a tree. As a swarm of butterflies lurked at the clouds they have no idea how far it is, but the sun will tell them. Creaking fences made our ears ring. We're here. She lived in a huge apple tree trunk. 'without my apple seeds i wasn't able to sleep. They offered me a swing too.' There was a huge brench holding the two swings like an arm holding heavy grocery bags. I felt the swing ropes carve into my hand while the wind sweeps away, accompanying the leaves for closure, just like i did. Hotel ManMezmerize chicken |