do you exist when I can't see you | Al + Yara
Aug 18, 2014 20:02:43 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Aug 18, 2014 20:02:43 GMT -5
A L P H O N S E
I walk the same road everyday just to get to the market. It's because first Ed and I walk to Win's place or we're already there because they've pulled an all-nighter again. Ed doesn't let me stay up with them because she says that I'm too little but I'm fifteen years old now and I think she just worries about me because of my body.
It's early in the morning, just enough for a lot of people to still be sleeping but not early enough for it to be too cold. There's a sharpness in the air that I love, it always goes away in the middle of the day and if you sleep too long then you miss it. Ed and Win are sleeping now after a hard night's work and I was awake because Win tightened the bits in my legs last night and the new tightness somehow hurts. It's as if someone is holding me down to the earth by the weight of metal inside of me. It feels cold.
I'm going to the market to purchase some food because Win' cupboard is empty and I'm a teenage boy that eats a lot despite my size, according to Ed. She says I have to stop growing so they can stop building me new bits. So I took a fiver out of Ed's wallet and I'm buying some eggs and bacon to cook them some breakfast for when they wake up.
You know how when you walk the same route everyday you get bored and your forget to notice your surroundings? I don't have that really. I notice everything too much and I guess that's because if I'm thinking about everything else than it's hard to pay attention to the general pain that my body is always in.
Today I look up and I see a large factory. I don't know why but it always makes my stomach drop to see it. I guess it's because it makes robotics, like Ed and Win or maybe because it makes machines that make other machines. In the end I guess I'm just a machine that makes other machines too. One night I had a nightmare where I was laying on a conveyor belt and Ed was just putting bits and pieces inside of me, telling me it was alright, that she was going to make me alright even though her hands were covered in blood and she was crying.
Or maybe that's just a memory.
My eyes roam the outside of the factory, as if to find something sinister. It's just big and grey and sad looking. I hesitate for a moment longer, wondering why the hairs on the back of my neck are feeling like they're standing straight up.
I remember the eggs I'm going to buy and I begin to walk forwards again, wanting to make sure I get good eggs before they're all sold. I only turn my head away a moment later, wondering still what that feeling was.
It's early in the morning, just enough for a lot of people to still be sleeping but not early enough for it to be too cold. There's a sharpness in the air that I love, it always goes away in the middle of the day and if you sleep too long then you miss it. Ed and Win are sleeping now after a hard night's work and I was awake because Win tightened the bits in my legs last night and the new tightness somehow hurts. It's as if someone is holding me down to the earth by the weight of metal inside of me. It feels cold.
I'm going to the market to purchase some food because Win' cupboard is empty and I'm a teenage boy that eats a lot despite my size, according to Ed. She says I have to stop growing so they can stop building me new bits. So I took a fiver out of Ed's wallet and I'm buying some eggs and bacon to cook them some breakfast for when they wake up.
You know how when you walk the same route everyday you get bored and your forget to notice your surroundings? I don't have that really. I notice everything too much and I guess that's because if I'm thinking about everything else than it's hard to pay attention to the general pain that my body is always in.
Today I look up and I see a large factory. I don't know why but it always makes my stomach drop to see it. I guess it's because it makes robotics, like Ed and Win or maybe because it makes machines that make other machines. In the end I guess I'm just a machine that makes other machines too. One night I had a nightmare where I was laying on a conveyor belt and Ed was just putting bits and pieces inside of me, telling me it was alright, that she was going to make me alright even though her hands were covered in blood and she was crying.
Or maybe that's just a memory.
My eyes roam the outside of the factory, as if to find something sinister. It's just big and grey and sad looking. I hesitate for a moment longer, wondering why the hairs on the back of my neck are feeling like they're standing straight up.
I remember the eggs I'm going to buy and I begin to walk forwards again, wanting to make sure I get good eggs before they're all sold. I only turn my head away a moment later, wondering still what that feeling was.