Monday, June 27, 2005

 

6.26.05

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He awoke with a suffocating feeling of desolation.

What a horrible dream.

He was in solitaire- in adventive placement.

He found himself in unfamililar areas with foreign people that adulterated him with tranmontane influences.

With what little control he had in this world, he forced himself to wake up.

He wiped his furrowed brow, ridding it of sweat- the beads of aqua cooling his arm as it met with the cold midnight air.

He drove off, departed, not really knowing where he was going.

He only had one thing on his mind- to find a place of belonging, serenity and of familiarity.

A place where his control and comfort level were unequaled.

It was an empty weekday morning, and he arrived at his destination in haste.

He perched himself upon the bleachers that surveyed the field from which he recently graduated- the ceremony that started the slow disconnection from everything that he knew.

He no longer could call this place a home. He felt like a vandal, his very presence tainting the school.

He deeply felt he was violating the grounds- he shouldn't be here.

But he felt like he needed to- what was going to happen if anyone found him? Kick him out?

It could be no worse than the absence he was already feeling.

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End Pt. I

Docking out...
-Ryan : ???

Ryan posted this at 3:29 AM.