Feeling creative... I guess.

I figured that I have not written for a while and I should refresh my blog with some creative writing, as it hasn't really seen songs for a while... This little passage is not meant to be connected to reality in any way – it entirely is a fruit of my imagination, which happened to be sad-ish :)

He woke up early that morning. The alcohol in the blood, the tears on the eyes as he stood up. It was colder than usual – his entire body was shaking – something must have been rejected. Turning all the room upside-down he found the last two dollars and thirty-five cents, which he dropped in the pocket of the dirty jeans, he fell asleep in. A walk to buy cigarettes. He has been buying this alternative oxygen for a while now, despising how low he fell and how funny all his explanations of it sounded. “Which kind of life is it, where people do not worth trusting in each other? Why everything has to be built on lies? What will it feel like if I jump from somewhere high? Will it hurt when I am on the ground already or will I just die? What is after it? Where, where... where am I going? Do you have cigarettes for two bucks?”

-Yes, two fifteen, please...

Walking in circles around his new home... Nothing special – bricks, grass, trees in the distance... Just like any other place in the world. “Someone told me that before... Long, long time ago... Burning pictures smell bad. Not as bad as the reasons, for which people are burning them, but definitely not nice. In fact it doesn't really help either – just an ordinary action, like washing dishes or drinking coke. Interesting... Have anybody thought that in the moments when you really feel like being sad and dieing, there is always somebody passing by and being extremely happy about something? That just makes it worse. You actually stop understanding why are you so sad for a moment. Come on, man, such a fuck up... I am trying to weep here, man! Can you find another bridge to laugh on and say good mornings to people? What? You get it now, right? Saw the pile of black ashes between my legs? Or is it a cigarette, wet from the tears? Aah, fuck off already! Thank you... Adrienne, I thought I knew You...“

Did not work again... The black hole was still there, eating him from inside and there was no way that sorrow and loneliness was going to heal it. The second day of this madness. How many more batteries will be wasted?

The sun was rising, forcing a new day on him, but something was telling him that it is not going to be as happy as the days he once had. If she had something to say – she should have said it then...