...Henry took the drink from the waiter's hand and dragged himself out into the sharp, blinding sun. Its cheeriness mocked him. Soon the glass would be as empty as his bank account would be as empty as his wallet would be as empty as his pocket. "Well," he thought, "it's no matter, really. At least I've got---" He stopped and looked despairingly at ( Read more... )

It was early winter, the trees white and bare, and the wind was frigid. It had been waiting for the change ever since November, ever since the last of the leaves had danced to the earth with a light, swirling waltz, back and forth. Now it was December 21st and they could finally call it winter, now when it was cold it could actually be cold and ( Read more... )

STOP thinking so much

What do you think, huh? Take a breath and see if you can still walk or just fall off the earth into a bigger void then your empty chest; minus the beating, minus the sinews, the muscles, the tendons, the tears, the sound ( Read more... )

He's died, he's never been alive anyway, but that spark has failed to light a flame. He lays on piles of ancient texts, years between them and him and people and expectations ( Read more... )

What works of life can we offer to the gates of existence if it's ever questioned? We're alone, so sulkingly alone that relationship is just a mockery; a mockery of that fate. To be solitary, to take things alltogether with no support. Everything, everything, is temporary. Nothing you have will last. The static nature of trust is prominant ( Read more... )

I came home from the movies and my feet were wet. There wasn't any water at the movies or anything, it was just leftover water in my shoes that hadn't dried yet. I left them out in the sun for a whole day, and the soles still managed to hold on to all of it. It was pretty sunny too. Fry-an-egg-on-the-sidewalk kind of sunny. Everything evaporated or ( Read more... )

1. It's that kind of strange relevance that makes the days seem so much longer than they really are. Irony gives the world substance and unpredictability. A sequence of events cannot be tied by any means in which our minds desperately try to. We can't accept random probabilities and unexpected occurrences. Our sad minds try to make sense out of a ( Read more... )

With some kind of despiration he struggles to sweep the board clean of any remaining pieces; reminders to him that Sundays are cruel and rooftops are high enough to fall from. Now with the pieces littering the floor and his mind changed, his heart wants to play again but he can't remember where they all go. He remembers that rooftops are high ( Read more... )

I woke up faster than I usually do, without even hesitating. I think I'll just credit that to the air conditioner, a new addition to my room. It was way too fucking cold, colder than it was outside or anywhere else in my house. I only had one blanket, a thick one but still only one. Then my sister pushed the door open through all of the shit on ( Read more... )