PROPHETIC VISIONS

open-air warehouse. foliage hanging from the sky. the warm lights were dim but you could make out faces. it smelt like party. a good party. it was lively with voices having a good time, saying nothings that mean everything. it wasn't too cold, i was wearing my dad's leather jacket anyway. red brick walls and wooden tables. drinks clinking and cigarettes lit. the room was crowded with familiar and friendly people i didn't know. i stepped deep within and felt comfort among the faceless beings.

and then i saw eyes.  brown eyes. glazed in honey. enticing as always. a wry smile in my direction. she was sitting next to people we used to sit next to often. i naturally went over to say hello

they looked happy to see me. heys and hellos and smiles and hugs. she never whispered a word back. turned away. more than a cold shoulder was seeping chill. her presence evaded me. goodbye at greetings. so much left behind, so much left on the table next to lighters and half-empty beers. so much to say and nothing to say at the same time. so i left to find solace in the faceless. which i did. 

and when i did

she came and found me

searched for me through the breathing of the collective

to find me upon a brown leather couch

a brown leather couch which held me with intent

i turn my face away from the faceless

i look up to hers

her eyes warmer, a reflection of the wall-mounted lamp-light

her dress follows her figure

her figure leans in

she smelt the same

her cool lips press against my cheek

then words come out of her mouth;

here we go again

-d

the 'making poor decisions for character development reasons' community

Its almost a sadist practice but putting yourself in the deepend of shit because then you learn how to surf in shit and if a nice wave comes. Youre probably better at surfing because of it? But also, because life is going to throw you in shit regardless and you may aswell do it first so there’s a sense of control of fate.

A weird 1-2 combo trying to fight against nature and the fact that yes, you will die, and no, you cannot do anything to stop that. So, you take control by being stupid to say that you lived when you die. T0 see the depths of what breathing has to offer, the ecstasy of the highs to the pits of the lows, the importance of feeling fully and being÷ vulnerable to getting smacked in the face by an ‘ I don’t feel the same’ or an alarm after 3hours sleep. Or speaking your mind to people who staple their ears clsed.

Itd be stupid to pretend that this was a one-way street, the poor decisions almost always take on collateral, unintentionally. The selfishness that comes with living. If I put anyone before me id be living for someone else which in itself would be a disservice to the thousands of generations of stupid animals humping senselessly. So I try and live with more intention, and with that – at this age – I tend to just ufck around and find out, instead of taking caution.

Opportunity shows its iris not often, so best believe im staring into its soul.

-d