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My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room |
Monday, December 20, 2010, 8:59 PM
No sound. Just the ocean's enticing call and the sound of newspaper reports on my untimely death circling my head like a hawk. I could see them staring from afar, getting smaller and smaller with each wave that pulled me back, they must have been screaming but my ears heard nothing but the alluring call of the ocean. It was my own folly. Try to cheat death and the ocean and it will let its full force be known. I felt a voice in my head threatening to crush me under the currents like the ocean was speaking to me, warning me to stay away. I could not feel the bottom and after 5 minutes my legs went numb, my body slowed down in a horrifying decrescendo. I spoke to God again for the longest time. I don't even remember saying anything, only that my head was in a flurry and words no longer made sense to me. And then a wave spits me back to shore, my legs dug into the sand and my fingers grasped on so tightly to the intangible grip that kept disfiguring itself in the ground. I turn behind me and there was a lady in green standing by the water, she looked at me and said 'This time, we will let you go. But try that again and you will be a slave to our music, you will know nothing but cold and fear and the very depths of your soul will be filled with the sand and the rotting corpses of fools like you.' |
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Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt.Andrew. Music. Food. People. What more could you possibly want? |
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