This piece is quite long and I have been playing with this along time and the story is well kind of involved but here is just a little bit for some
The dark road to nowhere, it’s the enclave of sounds, of busy, of people, of terror. I’m just driving along with thoughts of horror,
misguided perceptions, and the paranoia of the shadow people looming over you around every bend. Otherwise, for the sake of me it is the guarantee of
the freedom, the wildness of the wind will always hold the sand in the air. It is times like these it is dear to hold thoughts of better days.
Sometimes, this instant, I was awakened in a dark room, alone, traveling down this highway from my bed. “Where am I in this horrid land of two
rivers?” Possibly placed a strewn across this hellish countryside, or in the city, amongst men, brutal men, skilled at destruction. However all the
same I keep trucking on.
Like a fish trapped in a tank does not know anything is wrong it is just aware of its space, in the invisible cage I too am aware of my
space, a prisoner in my own brain. This place a place I know of many evil deeds, a place I know the sun spews a hellish inferno onto these people… I
can see them through my truck window, I too am sweating. It is not so much the encore of human suffering so much it is the absolute loneliness of one
trying to find their true self. Some days it may just be the simplest of human deeds and consideration that will allow me to remember, I may be
isolated inside myself but I am not alone but surrounded, and these people affect me. None the less it could just be as fatal to open the truck
window. The longing of absolute freedom is as compelling as one trying to cool off out here with a blow dryer. The truth is neither exist, it is only
The seeds of origin and the answers to existence are implanted within the consciousness inside all of us. It is imperative to lose the world
around you to understand the one you want to be a part of. To unlock the truth about our exisistance begins here in this muddled dream living in the
desert amongst strangers.
Is this real? As I awaken by the sound of rain droplets cascading down my bedroom window. I open my eyes to see only myself as a third person
figurine still lying in his bed. These dreams, the many less than infallible scenes saw only by the window in my soul…, they bleed.
From my slumber every night I painfully pull these splinters from my brain. Where does this come from, and why can’t I remember? The rain
droplets running down the window, I can feel their cool, revitalizing, streams running down my face like little creeks or tributaries from heaven, I
can at least imagine through the glass. Where am I? Or as I see it where is he?
As the doctor and nurse stare at this broken man through the observation window inside the intensive care unit the lead nurse Jenny asks Dr.
Philips,”Doctor, do you think he is aware of what happened to him?”
The doctor pondered the question for a brief moment and retorted with,”no one really knows what goes on in the psyche of the human mind
especially after all the trauma that this man has sustained, however I am not completely convinced that he is totally unaware of things and that
perhaps outward stimulus will affect what goes on in his subconscious.”
The hospital lay as a depression in the hearts and minds of all who amply stumble through its doors all with different degrees of ailments, pain
and misery. For some it gives a beacon of hope to others it will be the last place they will ever see. The walls are painted of a smooth mint green as
pale and plain as the horse rode by death himself. The hallways and rooms all smell of anti-septic and floor wax, it’s a slightly lemon scented
disinfectant that brings back memories of childhood doctor visits and gives one the sense of all the pain locked within these corridors. The entire
patient and staff body milled around going about their business some concerned about health others about their next pain med fix all but one that is.
A police investigator sat outside a room in the ICU, Detective Jax Irving sat there on the bench pondering the task ahead of him. Detective Irving sat
on the hard blue plastic bench outside his ”new arrival’s” room reviewing his case file taking a moment to notice the smeared reflection of the
florescent lights on the floor especially paying attention to the orange distorted exit sign at the corner of the hallway.
This has been the fourth robbery murder in the past six months, the MO has it pegged to similar to be a coincidence, fortunately this time
these bastards #ed up and left this poor bastard alive. Jax sat there with the crisp and new addition to his case file awaiting the doctor to show up
and brief him on this John Doe that he now stands over.
edit on 24-6-2013 by Brotherman because: (no reason given)
24-6-2013 by Brotherman because: (no reason given)