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I opened the door and cringed at my own actions. The day was bright and most would describe it as beautiful. I **** the beauty of the day with my dark sunglasses and step out like a nocturnal little beast being forced from the comfort of his burrow. I see Poe's Ravens atop a stuccoed apartment building all screaming their curses into the wind. Mad squirrels dashing across live power lines as worried pigeons cooed their concern. Cars pass and all I can smell is cheap laundry detergent   dog **** and fuel beneath it all the tickling scent of the salted sea. A girl leaned against a wall staring at her bitten down nails. Her mismatched clothing and dyed close cropped hair almost blended in with the graffiti . I passed and I think she called me lover . The tall proud palms looked down upon me as I avoided the cracks in the sidewalk. I tried my hardest not to turn around and flee back into the safety of my darkened room. There's a group of daytime drinkers angrily smoking outside the bar. I instinctively reach deep into my pocket and caress the buck knife as I pass through the drifting tobacco smoke . One guy spits and another guy toes the sidewalk with the tip of his work boot. I concentrate on their actions . I don't care about their faces . I'm just trying to move through the world like dust. Hitching a free ride on the winds produced by the passing cars and the passing memories. I curse myself for fooling myself into trusting another day. for I've learned that only the night forgives . Only by the light of the not so distant stars and not so distant moon does this world truly appear inviting.
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
Give It Another Shot
I opened the door and cringed at my own actions. The day was bright and most would describe it as beautiful. I **** the beauty of the day with my dark sunglasses and step out like a nocturnal little beast being forced from the comfort of his burrow. I see Poe's Ravens atop a stuccoed apartment building all screaming their curses into the wind. Mad squirrels dashing across live power lines as worried pigeons cooed their concern. Cars pass and all I can smell is cheap laundry detergent   dog **** and fuel beneath it all the tickling scent of the salted sea. A girl leaned against a wall staring at her bitten down nails. Her mismatched clothing and dyed close cropped hair almost blended in with the graffiti . I passed and I think she called me lover . The tall proud palms looked down upon me as I avoided the cracks in the sidewalk. I tried my hardest not to turn around and flee back into the safety of my darkened room. There's a group of daytime drinkers angrily smoking outside the bar. I instinctively reach deep into my pocket and caress the buck knife as I pass through the drifting tobacco smoke . One guy spits and another guy toes the sidewalk with the tip of his work boot. I concentrate on their actions . I don't care about their faces . I'm just trying to move through the world like dust. Hitching a free ride on the winds produced by the passing cars and the passing memories. I curse myself for fooling myself into trusting another day. for I've learned that only the night forgives . Only by the light of the not so distant stars and not so distant moon does this world truly appear inviting.
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
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