johnnyfive

life is different than i expected. the song that plays in my head is still the same song, but longer; full of sorrow and drowned screams at this point. hollow souls shelter my own lost self, singing it's familiar song. it keeps playing, i keep living.
"so i'm at this nice breakfast place with my girl and i have to take a huge shit."
"man."
"yeah. so i excuse myself, all polite and shit, and go to take a shit."
"yeah."
"i get into the bathroom and sit in a stall and proceed to reek havoc upon the toliet."
"aww."
"i mean i really fuck it up."
"gross."
"so i flushed and it was clogged. so i decided to get the fuck out of there while i was still alone."
"man."
"so i go to wash my hands and i'm thinking, "man, there are no fucking urinals in the men's room; what up with that?"
"hmpf."
"so i wash up and split with the shitter all fucked up and as i'm leaving the bathroom i notice two old ladies about to walk in, all shocked by my exit."
i start to giggle.
"i looked at the door and realized i was in the women's restroom!"
"oh shit!"
"so i just split, looking the two old ladies in their eyes and smiling all the way."
laughter ensues.
the rain has soaked my life; drenched my soul and bogged down my existence. feeling is a metaphor for life, i no longer have a clear grasp on what it is i'm doing. things flash before my eyes and i wonder if it's my life.
the sky is painted four different shades of blue as i sink my head between my cupped hands and let the sweat gather in my palms. the stink of myself is refreshng and repulsive in the same beat.
i think for a second and i get a headache.
pulse.
pulse.
then i'm asleep.