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The endless dreams
14 years ago
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My memories were my fuel now. My body could not even remember the directions. I built this world that I am lost in now. Desperately trying to find my way back. The alley is crowded with girls taking down information, as the patrons wait for their turn in the club. As this club filled with games and even more assholes just playing the machine. I notice one in particular, like I knew him from somewhere. He wouldn't win tonight. Not if I had anything to say.
I pulled a chair up close, not speaking, not letting my eyes glance. He turn arrives and I see my chance. I hit his button, furiously and quick. I only had to take the one move to bring balance back to the room. I see it in people's eyes, grateful for what I had done. The man furious that his fun was ruined. I saved him the time. For he too would loose his memories of this soon.
I wish I could hear her speak again as I move away to my next destination. The old bridge was quite a distance away. I kept going back expecting an answer. But I could not remember. I used the wrong fuel for this trip. A trip I do not remember taking. I only knew it was to find something I loved.
I knew a hurricane had come right before the invasion took place. Flooding, shooting, fighting. One sanctuary had been left that I found solitude in. Other fought a futile battle outside. All I could do was watch. The medicine that sustained my ability to remember kept me going. But I was unable to hold out. My mind warped and twisted to this world.
I found my usual way in through an underground tunnel, leading into the plaza in front of the great fountain. My friends found a way out. I never knew if they made it. I do not even know if it was right to escape from here. My answer sheet still left clear. No, not left clear. It had been cleared. My own fault for that.
I made my way to the top, the velvet and marbled hall where the kitchen could be found. I never looked out the windows. If I was found, I would loose my last memory. And all that would be left is an empty building, with an empty man.
The streets were still flooded in some areas, that much I knew. Too much water was blocking my view from seeing a stable footing. I enjoyed having the water around me but I yearned for my ground again. The cracking and empty streets could not fill the void. The new life I found made me feel even more empty that I could imagine. I knew there would be a way out, just as there was a way in. Trying to find it, thats the biggest mystery for me now.
I pulled a chair up close, not speaking, not letting my eyes glance. He turn arrives and I see my chance. I hit his button, furiously and quick. I only had to take the one move to bring balance back to the room. I see it in people's eyes, grateful for what I had done. The man furious that his fun was ruined. I saved him the time. For he too would loose his memories of this soon.
I wish I could hear her speak again as I move away to my next destination. The old bridge was quite a distance away. I kept going back expecting an answer. But I could not remember. I used the wrong fuel for this trip. A trip I do not remember taking. I only knew it was to find something I loved.
I knew a hurricane had come right before the invasion took place. Flooding, shooting, fighting. One sanctuary had been left that I found solitude in. Other fought a futile battle outside. All I could do was watch. The medicine that sustained my ability to remember kept me going. But I was unable to hold out. My mind warped and twisted to this world.
I found my usual way in through an underground tunnel, leading into the plaza in front of the great fountain. My friends found a way out. I never knew if they made it. I do not even know if it was right to escape from here. My answer sheet still left clear. No, not left clear. It had been cleared. My own fault for that.
I made my way to the top, the velvet and marbled hall where the kitchen could be found. I never looked out the windows. If I was found, I would loose my last memory. And all that would be left is an empty building, with an empty man.
The streets were still flooded in some areas, that much I knew. Too much water was blocking my view from seeing a stable footing. I enjoyed having the water around me but I yearned for my ground again. The cracking and empty streets could not fill the void. The new life I found made me feel even more empty that I could imagine. I knew there would be a way out, just as there was a way in. Trying to find it, thats the biggest mystery for me now.
