Pyro
Bluelighter
Through the carpet they crawled
What did they hope to find here in this place?
Where were they going without their 'gear'
Later, as they were dying, they realized they should have packed better.
I am one of them. I lay here now staring at the sky that has been drawn on by the setting sun. I belive that there is no way for me to continue living, this is my last goodbye. We were rushed, I don't blame anyone.... but we did forget everything before we left. Where did we think we were going, obviously without a care in the entire world.
We walked for days. We talked for ages... eventually the sun went down and it began to rain and heavy, soaking rain. We really didn't care, we just kept talking about life and love, walking this desert endlessly to our destination. The sun kept coming out... days went by. On the 7th day we thought that we were possibly going the wrong direction, then I stopped.
Where were we going?
What were we doing out here in this place where the sun always rises the same and sets letting the same clouds pour rain upon us? My friend didn't know, and had no answers but "I don't know, I remember when we left though... we just wanted to *go*"
But now where were we? At that point in time I felt the errie sensation that we were in an endless loop... a loop that everything looped except our dying.
Death is weird. It is so gradual, that if you don't struggle, it's almost an accepting occurance. My friend died a few hours ago -- he looks like he's sleeping. I can feel, as I lay here on my back amidst the cactus and the dirt that things are already begining to eat away at me. The air, the sand, the bugs and the snakes.
Life won't wait it seems, not even for death.
But there's nothing I can do, simply because we just *went*, we wanted to *go* so badly that we left everything behind, even those safty nets and of course all the food. Who needs food...
The sun begins it's final decent again behind the mountains as I shift my head to the right. It paints even deeper into the sky it's setting colors. The clouds begin to accumulate once more, they too are painted. There is a deep blue behind the orange and the red and the yellow. A very deep cutting blue that you don't see unless you stare at the clouds, and use perffrial vision to look at the sky.
I remember back when I was a kid... heh.. it was so funny. I remember laying on my back like this. I remember my mom calling my name, she was making lunch. Pyro, lunch time... I made your favorite, what are you doing outside it's getting dark... hurry up and come inside...
Now it's no longer my mother's voice... it's my grandmothers. She died when I was 12? 14?
"Pyro come inside, it's cold down there, it's getting dark... Pyro come to me"
Death is a funny thing... it's weird too. Like it's not really happening, like I'm not really here...
I'll be there in a second Nana, grandmother -- just let me say goodbye to these people first.
Pyro
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Frequency. Music. Sound. Imagination. Reality. Worlds. Hope. Love. Communication. Common Sense. Community.
What did they hope to find here in this place?
Where were they going without their 'gear'
Later, as they were dying, they realized they should have packed better.
I am one of them. I lay here now staring at the sky that has been drawn on by the setting sun. I belive that there is no way for me to continue living, this is my last goodbye. We were rushed, I don't blame anyone.... but we did forget everything before we left. Where did we think we were going, obviously without a care in the entire world.
We walked for days. We talked for ages... eventually the sun went down and it began to rain and heavy, soaking rain. We really didn't care, we just kept talking about life and love, walking this desert endlessly to our destination. The sun kept coming out... days went by. On the 7th day we thought that we were possibly going the wrong direction, then I stopped.
Where were we going?
What were we doing out here in this place where the sun always rises the same and sets letting the same clouds pour rain upon us? My friend didn't know, and had no answers but "I don't know, I remember when we left though... we just wanted to *go*"
But now where were we? At that point in time I felt the errie sensation that we were in an endless loop... a loop that everything looped except our dying.
Death is weird. It is so gradual, that if you don't struggle, it's almost an accepting occurance. My friend died a few hours ago -- he looks like he's sleeping. I can feel, as I lay here on my back amidst the cactus and the dirt that things are already begining to eat away at me. The air, the sand, the bugs and the snakes.
Life won't wait it seems, not even for death.
But there's nothing I can do, simply because we just *went*, we wanted to *go* so badly that we left everything behind, even those safty nets and of course all the food. Who needs food...
The sun begins it's final decent again behind the mountains as I shift my head to the right. It paints even deeper into the sky it's setting colors. The clouds begin to accumulate once more, they too are painted. There is a deep blue behind the orange and the red and the yellow. A very deep cutting blue that you don't see unless you stare at the clouds, and use perffrial vision to look at the sky.
I remember back when I was a kid... heh.. it was so funny. I remember laying on my back like this. I remember my mom calling my name, she was making lunch. Pyro, lunch time... I made your favorite, what are you doing outside it's getting dark... hurry up and come inside...
Now it's no longer my mother's voice... it's my grandmothers. She died when I was 12? 14?
"Pyro come inside, it's cold down there, it's getting dark... Pyro come to me"
Death is a funny thing... it's weird too. Like it's not really happening, like I'm not really here...
I'll be there in a second Nana, grandmother -- just let me say goodbye to these people first.
Pyro
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Frequency. Music. Sound. Imagination. Reality. Worlds. Hope. Love. Communication. Common Sense. Community.
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I like this particular set of hiddne meanings "did meth, meth stops working, do more meth!"