FozzieFunk
10-02-2011, 01:37 PM
I was living yesterday. I’ll be living tomorrow. But I’m dead right now.
It is like tiptoeing on a fine silk thread, being situated within this narrow wooden corridor. It seemed to be winding and stretching out into infinity. The smell of the mahogany doors clenching at my nostrils tightly luring my body onward. Each time stained door appears to be carefully placed and scattered all along the corridor on both sides.
Amongst the heavens I could see the stars, all lined up in perfect order. Those catty *****es were laughing and jeering and pointing and whispering. Glancing up I caught one of them in the eye. Quickly and shamefully I diverted my gaze back to the comfort of the pine floor boards, I could sense their disapproval.
Hesitantly, I inched forward. Each of my steps brought about a loud abrasive groan from the the loose boards. The stars heckling continued. The darkness around me grew colder with each tender step. It’s too cold in here. I need to get out of this corridor. A door caught the eye of my shaking hand. It gravitated towards the metal knob, stopping short of the frigid brass. The star’s chattering halted. Forcing myself, I pressed my fingertips to the handle and cautiously turned it. The door swung open. Light began pouring in, vanquishing the darkness. The warmth was taking hold of me, drawing me inside. The light dimmed, leaving me blinking and rubbing my eyes. My eyes recovered and I stepped in, I was on fire now. Situated at my feet was a man, praying. Sacrificing to the gods, the porcelain alter was his vessel. Looking up he stared at me for a moment before resuming his ritual. With a cry and a tear, he let out a technicolored yawn before collapsing into a pool of his inebriation. I was left alone, in the darkness, again.
It is like tiptoeing on a fine silk thread, being situated within this narrow wooden corridor. It seemed to be winding and stretching out into infinity. The smell of the mahogany doors clenching at my nostrils tightly luring my body onward. Each time stained door appears to be carefully placed and scattered all along the corridor on both sides.
Amongst the heavens I could see the stars, all lined up in perfect order. Those catty *****es were laughing and jeering and pointing and whispering. Glancing up I caught one of them in the eye. Quickly and shamefully I diverted my gaze back to the comfort of the pine floor boards, I could sense their disapproval.
Hesitantly, I inched forward. Each of my steps brought about a loud abrasive groan from the the loose boards. The stars heckling continued. The darkness around me grew colder with each tender step. It’s too cold in here. I need to get out of this corridor. A door caught the eye of my shaking hand. It gravitated towards the metal knob, stopping short of the frigid brass. The star’s chattering halted. Forcing myself, I pressed my fingertips to the handle and cautiously turned it. The door swung open. Light began pouring in, vanquishing the darkness. The warmth was taking hold of me, drawing me inside. The light dimmed, leaving me blinking and rubbing my eyes. My eyes recovered and I stepped in, I was on fire now. Situated at my feet was a man, praying. Sacrificing to the gods, the porcelain alter was his vessel. Looking up he stared at me for a moment before resuming his ritual. With a cry and a tear, he let out a technicolored yawn before collapsing into a pool of his inebriation. I was left alone, in the darkness, again.