ken kesey.contaminated paper &enlightening water sets the scene for something great. perhaps writing a brilliant novel. or drawing obscure pictures with never seen before colors. outside is snowing, blanketing the streets. the scene is set for the best adventure of your life. after writing the first couple chapters [&day dreaming that you're edgar allen poe] or finding your stopping point on your masterpiece [wanting to be the next picasso]; just go outside where it's above freezing &ride on the white horse towards the bleeding sunset. but, the ecstacy can be good for only so long. the scene looks promising, yet once you get to the sun you can never co
clockwise.the whole symphony played it's heart melting melody in my brain. i carved the words I LOVED YOU on my wall with a plastic butter knife, my eyes flooded. fell to the floor, justing wanting to die quicker. watched the particles from the scarred wall snow to the ground. i laid on my back &watched the ceiling fan spin, clockwise. the lights beamed on me. my eyes leaked its salty river down my red cheek. the symphony played loudly &i thought that if anyone was there, they would have heard it. they would have heard this. something so pure, so beautiful. the ceiling fan started to spin counter clockwise. spinning, spinning completely out of control.
appaulse.There is something. Something about watching all the things you love go by you. Friends, family, everything. Everything seems to collapse on you.&that's the story of this tragedy.Watching the window, the wind blowing through the trees. A fly buzzing by. The dirt under your fingernails washed away. Today seemed like a new day. With new beginnings. The sun sets in the finger-painted sky, with the Rembrandt clouds. Moving &contorting. It seemed like it would have been perfect.The scene is set.&there is no cast.Just the main character, in the center of their stage. Looking at the bright sun with awestruck eyes. Waiting for the love scen