Monday, July 21, 2008

And it was loud

Rewind to 10 years ago. Just before midnight…

Cut classes. Slept till after sunset. Again. Had more that enough sleep but somehow, I don’t feel rested. My hands shake as I turn the shower knob. It might be the hangover. It might be my turbulent mind. It might be the hormones playing with my insides. I’m 17 years old and I don’t know what to make of my life. Bullsh!t, not this demon of a thought again.

I get off of the shower after infinity has passed. I’m dripping wet. I light a stick for supper and stare at the mirror. I look good enough to eat. That’s the ego talking. I don’t mind. I force my hands through my closet and grab something to wear. I put on my windbreaker. It’s a slow night. I get out of my pad and I’m greeted by a full moon and a cold breeze. Nice.

I walk four blocks to the convenience store and get a six-pack. I’m starting to relax. It’s going to be okay. I’m young. I have demons in my head but my brain works, and not always in fcuked up ways. I’m alive.

My feet take me to a bridge for some reason. I sit on the edge, my feet dangling 30 meters above a loudly gushing, murky river. It might be the sewers. Who am I to decide what it is? I cut classes again.

I open another can. Decadence. But hell, it’s going to be okay. It’s a breezy night, I’m young, I’m alive.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of thunder.

5 comments:

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Marcus: Bading Down Under said...

Somehow this blog entry resonates in me... Awesome blog, champ. :-)

chyng said...

Zeus has made a sign na masama magcutting classes! hehe

Striking entry for thunder! Woo hoo!

wanderingcommuter said...

nobody will ever define whta is yound and what is older because life hit you by surprise. so live life to its fullest...

kudos!

xxxborgexxx said...

@carlo: fiction or nonfiction .. i don't know the difference. hehe, jowk lang ;p

@chyng: at least i wasn't hit. harharhar.

@wandering&marcus: thanks for dropping by.