Whitches//Stiches~~{Briknope}
Feb 26, 2012 6:34:54 GMT -5
Post by kiah on Feb 26, 2012 6:34:54 GMT -5
I got a hangover, wo-oh!
I've been drinking too much for sure
I got a hangover, wo-oh!
I got an empty cup
Pour me some more
You lay on your back, colors swirling disorientated around you vision. They are so pretty. You reach out to tries interfere with them, but you only find yourself swiping at thin air, you drop your hand disappointed. The road you lay on feels cold and rough against your exposed skin, but the feeling comforts you. You enjoy it. You laugh hysterically as you rub your skin against the cold ground, trying to absorb every soothing moments, moments to cherish. Because you know every moment counts. Soon you will return to blank boring life you have. Only to return again and remember nothing. Slowly the swirls of color spin around, getting faster and faster. You feel as though you are betting pulled into them, that you are becoming one. That these swirls of color are your life, your only friend. They are why you are living, the only reason. Again you cherish every living moment, as though it will be your last.
Then you fill with horror as the swirling sensation slowly begins to ease, dragging you out of its depths, as you try to fight it, swiping desperately to get back into its insides, for it to become one with you again. But no matter how hard you try the colors start to fade, start to abandon you. Leave you to your own devices. You whimper quietly as you realise that it’s gone. There was no turning back. You watch with little faith as the last of the color dis burst from your view. Disintegrates leaving you staring up into the dark sky that floated heavenly like above you. You sigh to yourself as you realise that being in the middle of a busy road isn’t the best idea. Not for yourself, not for anyone.
Slowly you get up, your head aches as you get unsteadily to your feet. your feet which feel as though they have been sitting in a bucket of ice, and for a moment you actually wonder if they were still there. But to your relief every time you looked down they were there. There walking, or whatever, you wanted them to do, relief feels you, as you stagger down the street towards the pub. The pub, you let the word swim happily through your mind. Reminding you that there still is some hope in this world you live in. that booze will always be your friend, just waiting for you to open yourself up to it. waiting for you to let it become one with you. It says to you that it will stay with you longer than any of the marijuana. You can trust me. You can trust the beer.
The stars in the sky sparkle down on you, they wink, tease you, as they watch you move down the street, as they guide you to the pub. You feel as though you haven’t expressed enough for the word. The place. You feel as though you have to tell the world for your love. So you stop. You test your voice before screaming into the open sky above you.[
The pounding of music dries you on, until you stand ungracefully in front of the door. You wanted to make an entrance. You loved the pub, it loved you. You were to be married. And an entrance would be just what you needed. You needed to make sure that everyone knew your declaration of love. This was the most important day of your life, and you were going to make it count, you had to. The pub, booze was counting on you. Suddenly you pushed through the door, ready. Willing. “baby come get me! Have a piece of me! I’m willing and ready!” you shouted to the pub, putting on your sleazy sexy voice, before adding an encouraging wink.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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