^listen to that while reading it!! OR ELSE!!!
Up late. The long day of pain and suffering, if that was a good comparison, was over. He laid in his bed; masturbation, the closing of eyes, the thoughts of her, of him, of them. His mind changes, he sets the hormonal sex drive to the side and looks up at the ceiling. Insomnia. He had just spent the week putting 'her' and 'their' things in his trunk. It was a blue trunk, it was a cold trunk, and it was locked with a bronze key, a bronze key that locked away his pain, love, and her. He couldn't sleep. Had he made the right decisions? He knew he did, he met someone, it didn’t matter that she was in the same class or that she was running away just as he turned away; he was ready to run. he laid in bed. up late. Maybe he should go back to masturbation. the clock struck 2 am. Not a stuck, but a simple passing likes a death in the family, the alarm clock was the only light, and his dog was the only sound. He had nothing to expect he wanted to see her. Not the ‘her’ had been kissing and hugging, but the ‘her’ that made his pain, he was well. He was free. He was him.
Time didn’t slow, time didn’t seem to run fast nor did it go by slow like slight Colorado breeze on those nice hot June days. Time was time. Time was just how it should be, average. his average night, his average thoughts, that is all his time ever was. Maybe he could think of his homework, maybe he could think of his writing, his film, his music, he couldn’t he mustn't. he couldn’t even think of the newspaper story he had just blown through or the constant thoughts of his attractive young English teacher. he got out his laptop and went through pictures, he shut them down and went to internet explorer, he opened up the first thing that popped in his head. Facebook. Up late.
YouTube was one of the following sites following his favorite movie trailers, Chris Nolan and Kubrick fan videos and since it was on the topic of his penis, quick porn site didn’t stop him from getting that out of the way. His thoughts switched from his ex to his current love interest, he was scared, he was afraid of showing this amazing girl his life, he was afraid of letting yet another soul into his. Today they had spent their time in a tree slowly kissing each other and feeling every inch of each other’s body. Up late. He wanted to more he said to himself as he laid in his bed. he could hear his dog switching from the basement couch to the bed his uncle slept in, it was empty because of the girlfriend his uncle seemed to stay the night with.
He got out of bed, took a piss and slowly went back to his room in the cellar of his cookie cutter house. he gave his dog a quick glance and smiled as his dog looked at him. he looked around and quickly found his head phones and re-opened his laptop and plugged them in. he went back on to YouTube, and started searching for Bon Iver, as he was in that kind of a mood, after 20 or 25 seconds of the song he noticed another thought drawing band/artist name. He clicked and started listening, feeling discuss of the shitty sound he looked at the side again. Eventually he would find something good and add it to his favorites. Song after song he found the strangest bands and artists he would have never been able to find in broad daylight. Alice in wonderland, he was Alice in a world of indie music, listening to the strange techno and folk mix. every song was even more 4/20 then the last, he started building a playlist and sat in the dark of his room sitting in his bed, listening to strange music, thinking of his pain (not feeling it), thinking of this strange new girl he had started letting into his life, his amazing English teacher, the memoir he had for homework, the band he was in, the time, and the fact he should write all this down.
Were the monsters in his closet he will never know? lost lost lost lost lost...where is he going? Where does this road end? When does he start to feel the same, when is he the main character again? he sat listening to music and started writing it down...maybe he posted it, maybe he has a blog, maybe he s me. maybe I should finish my story. Bye.
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