familiar front yards, not seen since at least twelve years old. people were there who shouldn't have been, and the music was terrible.
smoking up in the back of a van, i waited and twiddled my thumbs as the world changed again around me.
a dragon creature, best described to be the dog from never ending story, roams aimlessly, and i held the reins. one girl made me so mad i tried choking her to death, and sat in the corner in shame afterwards.
i smoked that cigar, i slept cross legged, and the day was much brighter than i anticipated.
the final was cult related. i was the daughter of a crazed woman and had birthed alone, with nothing but straw and hot water. a post woman would visit, she attempted to assist in our escape, but ended up staying just as long as the tree in the backyard had been growing. overwhelming sadness, helplessness, then dreary eyed sleepiness. it's 10am but i'm still not satisfied.