cayliefied
Forgetting what I came up the stairs for, I wonder aimlessly and head for a snack. I always say when you forget, get a snack.. Someday I think I'll be really fat because forgetting is really my thing and I do it all the time. It kind of bugs me that whatever I NEED to do won't get done because I'll forget... I'm really too young to be feeling this old..=
One time I rode in this limo right? It was full of pretty lights and lots of buttons and doohickeys I wasn't sure how to work. It was with me and some of my friends! It was fun, and we made the guy stop at burger kind so that we could get a burger king crown. It was a white hummer limo!
Despair... Despair.. Despair.. I just keep sitting here. What does it even really mean?
loss of hope; hopelessness
The minty flavor stayed in my mouth long after the numb feeling in my mouth and head went away. It lingered on my tongue and brain making it hard to talk and hard to think. I couldn't tell him what I wanted and I couldn't tell you how I got here, to this chair where I sit talking to this strange man. He kept asking me all these questions I didn't know. Where he was, what he was, where he could find him, and they just kept coming, they were never ending. I couldn't see the mans face, but I could see enough to see that he was wearing a mask. It was black and sat close on his face. A bright light was in my face and then everything went black.
The lights were dark though they were bright at the same time, I was being wheeled at a fast speed down through doors and a hallway and through the whole time I saw these lights. They were fluorescent, yellow but not yellow and bright, very bright. The only thing keeping me awake. Not even the screaming above my head coming from multiple voices could keep my attention like these lights over my head, almost like sunshine. Maybe this is the light people speak of when they say, "I saw the light."
One time I saw some styrofoam, floating through the wind. It was flying and twisting and turning. It seemed as if it was running away from where ever it came from, possible a box or maybe a house full of kids or a trash can full of diapers. It was running from a past life. Some people should do that just as the styrofoam does.
Well, see I already wrote a story about this word. A story about a guy that liked to travel and didn't like the beach because he thought it was overrated just like me. I really liked that he thought that.. I guess I could say that he really likes beach houses though because he really likes that nautical feeling you get around those places and it's just a cool place to be.