Random writing tidbits

In a dream, I find myself sprinting, barefoot and confused, searching for something. What it is I am looking for, I am unsure, but it instills a feeling a familiarity in my mind, and I know that I will surely recognize it when I find it. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, they are all built of carefully lain brick, jagged as the flesh of my heels slams on them. The hallway is lit, vast and empty, with ceilings stretching higher than I can even fathom, yet I travel up flights of stairs to levels even further skyward. Every door I open yields the same result; a decrepit kitchen, rotting in its emptiness, and a single mattress, tattered and laying in a corner. I have been running for a while now.

I am now stopped looking out a window, overseeing a small meadow parallel to the barren roadway which is lined with a seemingly infinite amount of buildings like the one I am currently in. So many places to look.

I give up. The search seems hopeless.

I head home and hear the voices of many, and beyond my front door are familiar faces, smiling, drunk. I take note of the people around me, laughing, dancing. I intrude on a two people fucking on my bed. I walk out of my room, embarrassed, and now the house is empty. I barge into my room, confused, and that too, is empty.

"Where were you?" - the note taped across my door. I look out the window to see if the meadow is still there. It isn't.



Today, when I woke up, I am putting in my contacts while my mom is talking. In my kitchen, I look outside to see the sky. Spring is close. My grandmother is sitting out by the green mossy pool, head tilted back, facing the sky, eyes tightly shut. I smile. My mom tells me that my grandmother told her how she felt like she would be better off dead. Sometimes, she even wishes it. I look back outside at her, head tilted up still. I can hear what she is thinking.

This world is strange, and we as well.

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Tonight is really fucking boring so I am now cooking a pizza and decided I would just write whatever I was thinking about while the pizza was cooking. The pizza is burnt. FUCK.