a story i did XD



Thank You

I enter the same place that I always give my speeches. Golden strands from the sun contrast the dark trees splintered throughout the landscape. As I make my way toward the large crowd that always ironically stands in the same spot as they did last week I begin to tighten my tie for I wish to look professional at these sort of occasions. There is a brisk in the air as the Autumn leaves are briskly sifted across the cold hard concrete below them. The leaves try to stay afloat but inevitable fall again crashing with the crinkling sound of their defeat. Before I get too close to my crowd I turn the music down in my car, they don't like the music it brings back bad memories. I begin proudly making acute notice of the crowd and the changes that appear in it, new faces, and physical changes. "I'm happy to be here with you all as usual make yourselves comfortable. I see we have a new member with us today " the man was named Tom he was as solid as stone and said nothing as I spoke about him. I made sure to complement the ladies wearing flowers in their hair. "Did you so all this for me" , I said in jest. A young child is has a small stuffed animal in the front row. "It is a beautiful day" , and it appears as though we are not alone for the animals sing to us and the creek over by Mr. Withers is just as active as usual if not more so. (the creek was not only next to Mr. Withers but practically on top of him.). Life has treated me well and I , as always would like to show my appreciation with all of you the ones who have always been their for me you are all my family and I love you. They say you cannot choose your family but instead I have created my own out of all of you. Never feel broken or ashamed or saddened with the directions you have taken. Each one of you are brilliance and beautiful in your own way. I hope I will be honored to join you all one day and listen to another young man speak of his life with all of us. I hope……..



"You okay over there", spouts an angry groundskeeper.

"Yes I'm doing just fine thank you" I look and my illusion of life is shortly interrupted. Like a sharpened knife of reality slashing the throat of my most creative imagination. And know the knife sinks closer as my bloody creations are spilt across my own canvas of lucid realities that are now nothing more than specks of nonsense and metaphysical gibberish.

For I am standing at a cemetery among the most amazing audience that there could ever be….the dead. The flowers are signs of sympathy not flowers in hair . The ones who's lives have run out and the only thing left is to hear the mad ranting of a young boy with noting better to do that yell at old forgotten corpses. I like to think they help me as much as I help them though and in the end just like I end all other speeches I bow look into the audience of marble and concrete and say "Thank You"