roguemind

She reminded me of the feeling you get when you climb out of your tent deep in the mountains. Not the cold chill, the feeling of being this tiny tiny person standing beneath perfection. I was intimidated. And aptly so. This was the most beautiful women I have ever seen. If only I could have said something and not just walked past her down the street. Another missed opportunity at failure I suppose. Or was it a chance to succeed? I am such a pessimist. No matter. Today is the day when I finally get to fly out to the east coast to meat some friends I have never met in person before. It is strange feeling so close to people, yet you can't even recognize the sound of their voice.
After ignoring my dream girl something kind of weird happened. And by weird i mean the freakiest fucking thing ever. Sill old me thought I would do fine trying to cross the street. But no that was not the case. Instead of walking across like a normal person I feet decided to stop working mid step and I fell sprawling out into the middle of the street. Concrete is a very odd creature. It has this ability to make you go completely blind when ever you slam your head against it. An instant later, or at least it seemed like an instant I regained my vision. I was expecting to see a white room and a nurse telling me that I may never walk again. But as fate or something else would have it, that was not the case. I opened my eyes to find a landscape of old and decrepit buildings. The street was broken and cracked. Trash and random bit of clothing flew about in the cool wind. The sky was a kind of burnt orange that you would expect to see in a frank miller movie. The whole place had this odd wet silence to it. It felt like it does just before a rain storm. Except instead of carrying further the sound here was dead and slow. Almost lethargic. Maybe empty is a better word. Can sound, sound empty? Off in the distance I saw a something standing in the intersection. And i say something because what ever it was looked like a cross between a human and seven foot tall garbage pail kid. I would have immediately ran if it weren't for it's expression. This thing was smiling and sticking it's tongue out at me. I stood there frozen in place half expecting it to walk over and maybe take a bite out of my shoulder or something. Luckily for me it did no such thing. It stood there for a few minutes and then shrugged and walked away. It was at that point that I started looking around for a hidden camera. This had to be some sort of twisted joke. Who the hell takes some poor sap who just banged the shit out of his head and drops him off on the set of some fucked up sci-fi movie? Actually now that I thing about it my head doesn't hurt at all. After that bump I should have one hell of a headache. I brush my fingers through my hair trying to find a bump or blood or anything. But all I get is more hair. And now I am really confused.