signs
Today was very ominous from the start.
I got up cleaned myself and took some coffee together
To class I went, cup in hand, newly finished paper in grasp.
Class handed with my Professors nod of approval. This class is just another physical entity of what I think normally.
Back at the apartment, food is made, with Nadra saying "Today is a good day."
I chuckle from the kitchen, half kidding due to San Francisco's foggy nature.
English class continues to be the Socratic Seminar it's been since the beginning.
Professor Haluza jeers us with our thoughts on relationships, half us laughing and the other half telling their own tales of the crypt so to speak.
"Break ups are like deaths," he uttered, eyes sharp like the Socrates himself. "Part of you dies. It's like a lose in the family. You need to mourn."
I applauded him silently because In my experience, too many people took their relationships for granted. Now, to their credit, most high school relationships were superficial at best but some...some would change the lives of those individuals forever...
fastforward nine hours ahead.
I'm shaking.
I'm tense.
My neck hurts and although I know it's from that firm-ass pillow I got Target, I knew something else as doing this.
My breathing got heavier as each finger hit a key. Each stroke served as a knife going deeper, deeper.
deeper.
Laughs were had and an agreement was made with mutuallity stated as our claim.
Funny, I just finished reading a detective story (Batman is the greatest detective Gotham City had ever seen) and the legalism surrounded this.
Dialogue drifted her way throughout the end of the night with an abrupt halt.
C'est la vie.
Bloc Party pumped through the speakers. I've always loved that band.
"They say it takes time, to heal the wounds.
I can't wait
I can't wait
come over."
-The Present, Bloc Party.
time of death 0:00.
I got up cleaned myself and took some coffee together
To class I went, cup in hand, newly finished paper in grasp.
Class handed with my Professors nod of approval. This class is just another physical entity of what I think normally.
Back at the apartment, food is made, with Nadra saying "Today is a good day."
I chuckle from the kitchen, half kidding due to San Francisco's foggy nature.
English class continues to be the Socratic Seminar it's been since the beginning.
Professor Haluza jeers us with our thoughts on relationships, half us laughing and the other half telling their own tales of the crypt so to speak.
"Break ups are like deaths," he uttered, eyes sharp like the Socrates himself. "Part of you dies. It's like a lose in the family. You need to mourn."
I applauded him silently because In my experience, too many people took their relationships for granted. Now, to their credit, most high school relationships were superficial at best but some...some would change the lives of those individuals forever...
fastforward nine hours ahead.
I'm shaking.
I'm tense.
My neck hurts and although I know it's from that firm-ass pillow I got Target, I knew something else as doing this.
My breathing got heavier as each finger hit a key. Each stroke served as a knife going deeper, deeper.
deeper.
Laughs were had and an agreement was made with mutuallity stated as our claim.
Funny, I just finished reading a detective story (Batman is the greatest detective Gotham City had ever seen) and the legalism surrounded this.
Dialogue drifted her way throughout the end of the night with an abrupt halt.
C'est la vie.
Bloc Party pumped through the speakers. I've always loved that band.
"They say it takes time, to heal the wounds.
I can't wait
I can't wait
come over."
-The Present, Bloc Party.
time of death 0:00.
