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Vignettes

Ever transient and solitaire. I move through mist and shadow. Through dark cloud and rain. Soaked and drunk with love, money, power, and drug. Streams through cobblestones beneath my feet. I walk home. Every time a little less man than I could have been. Porcelain dolls smile through the shop windows as puppet strings play their satire. Tear drops fall through my hair and soak heavy. The searing pain of voice heard every waking moment in the mind. I sit and stare. I become a fixation, a integral piece of scenery, hard to miss and easy to walk past. Welcomed and tolerated. I pass on as easily forgotten as reminded. The writing on the wall is words that I cant read. Passive aggressive haikus intent on invoking guilt. Comprehension of language I never got the chance to learn. Give it time and the thought will come. After all, we have all the time in the world. Its okay, I’m just stopping to rest. While I’m here, do you have anymore of those pills? I have a splitting headache and I could really use a try cyclic or two. Or three or four. Give it time, it should kick in. Save it for tomorrow, just let me get some sleep in says the speakers. Warps and warbles crackle in the air take me where I thought I wanted to be. Drum rolls and incandescent light. Dull hum over polished floors. Creases on the spackled wall and dust floating in the draft. She said don’t. I lie that I wont. She said stay. And I lie that I will. My red face and sweat soaked skin tell me otherwise. Instinctual purpose flows through my eyes. Retreat and regroup the battle is lost. I’ll be back soon when I’m bored with my next failure. Just sit tight for a moment. The head on my shoulder and the arm at my waist. Gripped in agony, my stomach aches. Nothings wrong, its just not right. Satisfaction will not come tonight. I’ll sleep on the white tile lobby floor. Hell bent on ignoring what’s outside. I ask how did it ever come to this. I really just should have stayed at home. The room circles wide and all I can say is diffused in the din of souls that cant help but keep cursing me. How they move and how the walk, impatiently and cruel. I cant help but lie and run to what’s left of my room. The desk is cluttered with the notes and hopes of passing inspirations and not one of them is worth the time I’d spent forging them.
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