Baby let that voice rip, and your vocals run through my ears. My head needs to ring with your words. Put the lyrics to my built in sound track. Pump my heart with bass. I’ll let you in. Dig your holes. Plant your roots and drain my body. Leave me with the basics. Break me down and build be back up. Make me invest in your all. Make my heart sync with yours.  Just let us be one tree with no breeze.

Baby just stay here for one more slow dance. Skip beats and miss steps. Fall out of the crowd. Break though the ocean of repetition. The dance floor is so simple. Blank and empty. Finger to finger. Cheek to cheek.  Over rated twists, and over used turns. Just box me in and keep me safe. Do it all without dipping below sea level. Don’t let your dress drag too much. Just let it all flow.

Baby just let me taste those sweet lips. Break down the wall between your lungs and my secrets. Take your mask off and walk the empty corridors oh our castle. Feel the curtains breeze push you away from me.  Ignore the paintings as they warn you. Disregard the moon as the boy perched on it fishes for your heart.  Don’t take his bait. He’ll sweep you away into the clouds.

Baby can’t you see that this is all just a plea. Look into my eyes. Let the lakes rise above the oceans and put our ship to sail. I’m no captain but I’d try anything to keep us afloat. I’m so desperate to keep what I’ve only sampled. Enticed to the point of self-reflection. I’d stare at the water for hours if your face were looking back at mine. I’d crash my ship and destroy my hull just to be with you.

Baby, there is so much more I’d love to say, but I don’t want to completely walk the plank. We still have a long way to sail. I can’t swim the whole way home. At this point it’s swim or drown, and I’m just not ready to live the rest of my life at the bottom of the ocean.

Shaky waves of heat slammed into my cheeks. Rushing my gates. Forceful with such a light touch. I couldn’t take it much longer. My eyes squinted and I kept my feet moving forward. The grainy planes of the unstable ground melted in between my toes. Bridges built over my skin. The cracks were filled. I felt so rejuvenated. I could hear myself loosing more and more of my skin. I wish there was more to how it happened. Once second I could see my ankles, and the next, they were gone. Sailing on a sinking ship. I was now the captain of a vessel that was never meant to make it. Soon I hit open water. I could sea the waves creeping up on me. I could smell the sweet scent of the curl. There were so many pebbles. So many reasons I wanted to keep going. I was just another organism trying to find my home.

Bitter sweet. The taste was similar to the smell. So unwanted, but so needed. Nothing ever felt like this. There was only reality between myself, and the rest of the world. Inch my inch. My body became less and less visible from the shore. The threshold of what was real quickly depleted. I was becoming something unknown to man kind. I broke the lines. I ran for the hills. Filled with haste. Teeming with everything I had lacked my whole life. I was nothing more than a boy full of hopes and dreams.

My eyes became submerged. I was completely drowned. I walked to my last breath. I had chosen to meet my maker. There was no forceful intent. No ulterior motive. Just the fact that I could drove me over the edge. Feet no where near the allowed distance. So close to nothing, that everything was falling apart. My life was crashing up, and with the earth was being turned down. I was making my bed with my thoughts. Fluffing my pillows with mere wishes. I was kind of my own little world. The show never would have come to an end. It never could.

I would have done anything to keep that moment. I wish I could have told myself to never awake. I wish that there was just some reason for my eyes to keep flapping. Seagulls flew over head of me. I could hear them through the waves. I was so far down though. They looked so blue. I felt so sad that I had lost touch with world. I was nothing more than a memory that could never be forgotten.

My lungs had collapsed. My heart had stopped, but I kept walking. I was walking to the ends of the earth. I was pushing myself to find what I didn’t know what there. I kept telling myself to breathe. I just couldn’t.

Shout out loud. Deafened by the sea. Louder. Just scream on more time. Nothing. I was literally all alone. I felt like a ghost. A boy with no flesh, except, I was covered in it. It was the blanket that kept myself from getting cold. I couldn’t lose what little of the sun I had left. I kept walking. Down and down, until there was nothing. A blank space surrounded me. Empty. My ears and eyes stopped working. There was no more salty taste on my tongue. I could no longer feel the breeze on my skin. I was just a wisp away from goodbye. I kept moving though. I kept pushing myself, even though there was nothing to pull.

It was a sad good morning that night. I had just awoken to a dark day. Something never imagined before. Nothing was there. Not even the past. It was all brand new to me. I had to learn how to live with nothing. I was nothing. Nothing was the new everything.

The story was almost over though. Pulses of emotions started to come back to me. My skin started to peel bad. My feet curled like the waved. Over and over. I started to grow back into something. I was a phoenix. Watered down with clipped wings. I was being reborn. I couldn’t wait to see my new life. I was walked past the shores. Through the oceans, and now finally, my reward was here. I could hear the voices. I could smell the wet grass. I could only imagine how pretty it was going to be.

My eye stopped flapping; and opened. My lunged broke free of the chains that my dreams put on them. I took one last gasp of sweet air. I was home to what looked like nothing I knew. I realized that I knew nothing of the world around me.

I woke up to my old life with a new intent. I started to breathe with passion. Taste with meaning. Listen with intent. I wanted to grow until my roots drained the whole world. Never again did I want to live in darkness. My renaissance had begun.

Hello there, my name is Steve. This is going to be another unoriginal story that you want to keep reading because of the way the author “chose his words.” This is my life. This how I see everything. This is what I go to sleep with at night, and wake up to in the morning. This is mine. I hope you enjoy.

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I would love to start the story with some wonderful description of a sun rolling over the mountain side, but I can’t. At this moment in my life I was walking down the streets of New York city, in the rain, trying to not think of how shitty my life is. I also would enjoy telling you that I lived in 3 story apartment with 5 bathrooms and 2 kitchens, but I didn’t. I lived in a shitty, one bedroom, one bathroom, one kitchen, one living room apartment. Another thing that I would just be filled with glee  to tell you is that I was going to finish my doctorate in a few months, but I’m wasn’t. I’m was male receptionist at an office, in the middle of the city, for a shitty counselor who made his six figure income by asking people how everything made them feel. I’m was college drop out. My life was bland. My life was nothing special at all. My life was a shell of a shitty routine that became boring before it even started.

The rain in New York felt as if it hated people. There was never a day where the sun was shining, and yet somehow it still rained. Nope. Every time it rained, it poured. Every time it poured, all the papers that I had to take home from work always found a way to get wet. Every time I got those papers wet, I spent the time that I would have normally used to watch the free porn my complex got, all because the tenant above me was a horney prick and found a way to steal it,  to dry those papers one by one in front of my spastic furnace. Each time I dried those papers I had to spend the remainder of my night cleaning  them and making it look like water never even came near them, because the emotionless tool for a boss I had was a perfectionist. Like I said, my life was bland.

When I watched the free porn that my complex got, I never had to urge to touch myself. I just watched and wondered why people would ever put themselves through that. Getting fucked for money. Taking what most people find as sensual and making it worthless. Even more so how the people watching it got pleasure. No one’s hand feels anything like a sexual organ. No matter how much lube you apply. It never feels the same. I was left wondering why people were so disgusting.

Yes. I found most people disgusting. I hated the way people chewed with their mouths open. I hated the way that people live. I cringed at the homeless people on the street. I couldn’t stand to think about what the slept on. But more than anything, the way people acted and dealt with their lives’  trials and tribulations killed me. People were so pathetic. The way they cried over things was just absurd. People were so over run by emotions. They were the reason that days got ruined, and nights were spent crying into a half empty ice cream carton hoping that it loved you back. It never did. There was a reason that most things in the world didn’t feel. Feeling were irrational. They caused more problems than they solved. There was no point.

Now enough of me being a pessimistic robot, let me get back to the story I was telling. It was rainy, and there was no sun. The streets we blanketed with crystal clear water; all racing to get flushed down each storm drain just to get tainted to the point of being a biohazard. People flooded the sidewalks with equal proportion. I feel like that every time it rained, people just had a need to take a stroll in their best suit and tie. It’s like the gloomy weather is just there to add insult to the injury of an empty life. I sometimes feel as if I am not the only one who has this thought. Every person I saw walking the water logged street always had a face filled with misery. No matter if it was due to the fact that their brand new silk tie, that they spent a hundred dollars to much on was getting ruined, or even if it was the way they hated the rain. There was no point in hating something you could not prevent. Like I said previously, emotions were useless.

As I was turning the last corner before my apartment complex, I saw a car in front of me, with no intention of stopping. For a slight second I felt a pressure pushing on me, then everything went away. There was no more rain. There was no more shitty job. All the papers that I was going to go home and dry didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. My body was weightless in air. Then I hit the ground. Everything was completely rational at that point in time. I was dead. I did not feel. I did not want. I did not think. I was doing exactly what I was destined to die. Die.

Then I woke up. Only to see that the rain in my dream was created by the rain pounding against my window. Everything else was just my imagination following the do not run signs you see at local pools. I woke up to another day of my life.

The end.