The air was heavy and moist with humidity, the sun's fierce golden rays dazzled all it touched, and the clouds in the placid blue sky, few. Katydids shrilled, and tree leaves ruffled with the light breeze. I let the sun brighten my pale skin, as i lay upon the patio in the concealment of my own back yard. The sun blazed upon the lids of my closed eyes, a collage of brilliant red, but nothing as beautiful as blood red. It felt delicious being blanketed by such intense warmth, as it heated me to the core. I couldn't say it didn't make me swelter, but that's why today was so perfect.
The blood streamed out of the deep gashes on my forearms, it felt kind of like sweat, and tickled as it ran down my skin. A peculiar sensation that i had to resist itching at. So i turned my thoughts attention to something else.
Europe, i wish i could of gone there. I never could of afforded it, but how fun it would be. Experiencing a new world, different lives, and exotic culture. I remember reading in countless travel books all the favored and top sights to see. I probably accumulated enough information about Europe to convince someone I've been on countless trips. But knowing is nothing at all like experiencing.
I continued to think, as the warmth drained from my body. It felt good. The summer air was no longer that hot, and the sun no longer that bright, as it felt like everything were dimming into night. Although my backside was now deeply wet with the pooling of my blood, i was becoming so disorientated, i couldn't really care to find it uncomfortable. Glad i wasn't wearing anything special. I meandered in my dipping thoughts as my consciousness started to fade. In a moment like this, i felt i should have someone, something, to miss, but i didn't. So, i missed nothing, and it was lonely. My breath was now intensely slow, and barely a whisper. I let the sensation of sleep sweep over me. And at the end, I frowned.
What a horrible stain this would leave on my patio.
The blood streamed out of the deep gashes on my forearms, it felt kind of like sweat, and tickled as it ran down my skin. A peculiar sensation that i had to resist itching at. So i turned my thoughts attention to something else.
Europe, i wish i could of gone there. I never could of afforded it, but how fun it would be. Experiencing a new world, different lives, and exotic culture. I remember reading in countless travel books all the favored and top sights to see. I probably accumulated enough information about Europe to convince someone I've been on countless trips. But knowing is nothing at all like experiencing.
I continued to think, as the warmth drained from my body. It felt good. The summer air was no longer that hot, and the sun no longer that bright, as it felt like everything were dimming into night. Although my backside was now deeply wet with the pooling of my blood, i was becoming so disorientated, i couldn't really care to find it uncomfortable. Glad i wasn't wearing anything special. I meandered in my dipping thoughts as my consciousness started to fade. In a moment like this, i felt i should have someone, something, to miss, but i didn't. So, i missed nothing, and it was lonely. My breath was now intensely slow, and barely a whisper. I let the sensation of sleep sweep over me. And at the end, I frowned.
What a horrible stain this would leave on my patio.
1 comment:
Someone's been inspired by something funny haven't they? Haha. Poor patio.
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