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A moment to forget

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One of those colours in the sky that you'd like to spread onto your naked canvas. Green grass shining orange. Take a seat, take a load off. Park bench beckoning, seems welcoming enough. She tenses, she sits, she relaxes. Thoughts don't stop themselves, out they flow. Mind-reading monkeys must get confused, she thinks. Confusion can be scary, especially for monkeys... though not as much as lions, or tigers, or bears.. oh my. Indecision versus confusion; who could win? Like two of the same people stuck in a big, sloppy, controversial cardboard box. "This town ain't big enough for the both of us." I've gotta get outof here, she thinks. She thinks her thoughts. Thinks and rethinks. Confusions versus intelligence. Still no clearer? Here's a clue for you all: "The walrus was Paul." How about a sprinkle of fresh cliche... the meaning of life? Who cares? Come sit, watch the sky with me. I'll show you the meaning of life, snowman. Depth is frightening, just like indecision and confusion. Because it's so incomprehendable that people or oceans have more to them than you see or hear. Listen to the seashell. That's not the ocean you can hear, that's mystery and forgotten intrigue. What are you talking about? Do you even know? How about living your own way, instead of the way you're told to. When everything makes your eyes want to baste themselves, you cork the bottle. Don't you? Because you're afraid? Or you want to torture yourself; toughen yourself up. The metaphor man is after me.. Confusion doesn't seem so bad now. It makes you wonder... If a blind person can only visualise what he touches, life must be dull for lack of rainbows and stars and landscapes. Because we all love soppy bullshit. This constant noise could drive you insane. It never stops, not even when you're asleep. So everything must be plucked from your head and placed onto a little leaf to float down the stream and out of your sight. Things are actually a little harder than that. Once again, I've gotta get out of here. Her voice is still monotonous and with no volume. Scream, no one can hear you. Gotta get out of here. You can't run away from yourself. Sun is gone, warmth went with it. Stand up, deep breath. You can't run from yourself. "I'll just walk away."
might scrap this one?
Just an idea I had, a moment in the life and mind of any person.
critique, opinions, thank you ^^
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darkfireLily's avatar
Dude Your stuff is really awsome! My friends and I write stuff exactly like this, In a poetry prose mixture. It confuses people so much that they start seeing the world in a whole new way. I think there should be a genre for this. It takes writing back to square one. Anyway I really like how I could relate to this.

The world is a small place...