joy to the world full of vespolis [Jorg<3]

The iron melted to each other creaks as I walk down these hollowed halls. Each steps solicits a new groan from the ancient boat that we call home. Each moan tells a story of the many it lives it has seen. The captain and his underlings call out to me; the patrons who come and go dance in front of me. I look at the rusted images, each one coming and going with every new creak from the halls. The rusty doors scream its muffled message to me at every swing; the lights fighting for their chance to speak. Every aspect of this boat is trying to speak to me, to us really. My meds have not come down yet, but who ever said I wanted them to?

I search for the meaning of these things as the metal carpet stretches deep into the earth below me. Each stomp from my bare feet elicit a clank, telling me of the ghosts of the once wealthy and esteemed patrons. If they could only see how their mighty vessel has fallen. The sky painted pinks and purples as the ocean devours the sun in its nightly hunger, only to have the earth throw it back up again each and every morning. The endless cycle of it all is pointless, it accomplishes nothing new but yet it continues. I will never understand the point of it all, this game that is called life. I am looked down upon for selling the Vespoli brand of drugs upon Four yet, why would anyone enjoy the daily grind?

I enjoy my nightly escapes from reality, the meds and weed surly make the world a much prettier place. It is so boring and awful trying to live up to everyone’s expectations. We force ourselves to wear painted smiles when dance along the puppet strings of society’s expectations. They all bend to will of the monster that they created. Only my family sees the true enemy of the world. Though we play a part in the forced slavery of the monster that they try to control. We escape through the only option given by irony, drugs.

Society says that there is something wrong with people like me and my family. I say that we don’t buy their bullshit. Who creates an evil they cannot control? They try to do two actions that are mutually exclusive, submit to its control and dominate it at the same time. Who’s dumb enough to believe that those very things can ever coexist? I lay down in our personal dispensary and take a huge hit, giving myself over as I sink higher and higher into the clouds. They seem almost artificial, as if the Capitol put the damn clouds there themselves.

Is any of this real?

I notice a presence next to me as the stars rain down upon her. Her silver lining embeds a muddy crimson hue. I reach my deep blue energy to her and my abandonment mixes with her anger. After what her parents and mine put us through its only natural to feel the way we do. Catalina looks up towards the sky and asks it if it’s pretty? I take another hit and join her on the magical ride as she laughs. I laugh with her as I ride the stars to the moon.

“It’s so fucking beautiful. I wish I could live up instead.”