So I'm currently I'm listening to the Inception sound track super stoned. And I felt like writing a short story. Hopefully, if you appreciate the time I took to write this, I hope you will read the whole thing! 
Ok, lets get started.
It's cold. Every where I've been these past few months, its all been cold. Heart or weather wise. It's almost a year since I last saw her. Memories of the traumatic event that happened then stick to the top of my head. Buzzing around like gnats. A gust of wind blows. Chilling. I tug on my jacket a little harder. Thinking while I do why does such a thing us comfort. Like we're wrapping a little shield around our bodies as to expel all danger. Rubbish.
This whole time I've been walking, I've been thinking. I really need to stop thinking so much too. Reading too much into things has always been my downfall.
I stop at the door of destination. The sign reads "New York Morgue". I open wide the rusted out doors of the building and walk into a rather more rusted interior in both architecturally and in the atmosphere. Or maybe that's rust?
Whatever. I'm over-thinking things again. I need to stop doing that. As I walk down this uneccesarily dark hallway, I see a shadow moving just out of my vision.
"Who's there?", I shouted.
Nothing. Silence.
and at this point I'm too stoned to continue. Thanks for reading ! :]
Ok, lets get started.
It's cold. Every where I've been these past few months, its all been cold. Heart or weather wise. It's almost a year since I last saw her. Memories of the traumatic event that happened then stick to the top of my head. Buzzing around like gnats. A gust of wind blows. Chilling. I tug on my jacket a little harder. Thinking while I do why does such a thing us comfort. Like we're wrapping a little shield around our bodies as to expel all danger. Rubbish.
This whole time I've been walking, I've been thinking. I really need to stop thinking so much too. Reading too much into things has always been my downfall.
I stop at the door of destination. The sign reads "New York Morgue". I open wide the rusted out doors of the building and walk into a rather more rusted interior in both architecturally and in the atmosphere. Or maybe that's rust?
Whatever. I'm over-thinking things again. I need to stop doing that. As I walk down this uneccesarily dark hallway, I see a shadow moving just out of my vision.
"Who's there?", I shouted.
Nothing. Silence.
and at this point I'm too stoned to continue. Thanks for reading ! :]
